Free Haley & Bentley (Falling for Bentley #2.5) by Shawnte Borris Page B

a car rental.”
    “Haley, that’s not an arbitrary figure, have you been looking this up?”
    “Once, when Dad was there while I was pregnant with Emerson.”
    Bentley took my face in his hands, “Sweetheart do you want to see the snowy mountains, running streams, and mountain sheep?”
    “Yes,” I answered quietly.
    “Then I guess we just picked a place for our honeymoon.”
    “What about you, though, where do you want to go?”
    “Anywhere, Haley, as long as I go with you. I’d be fine camping in our backyard.”
    “Maybe we should do that…it will save us some money.”
    “Is that what you are worried about? The money? Is that why our guest list is so small?”
    “No,” I tried kissing his neck to get him off the subject, but he gently pushed me away.
    “Haley, we need to talk about this. I want you to have the wedding and honeymoon you want; we are only getting married once.”
    “I know, but I know what the extra money could mean to the farm—like getting hail insurance. Besides, I’m not really sure our parents would be up for watching Emerson for that long.”
    “You know damn well my mom and Maggie would gladly watch Emerson while we’re on our honeymoon.”
    “Why are you getting upset, Bentley?” I asked, trying to get off his lap.
    Bentley held my hips in place. “I’m not upset. I just want you to tell me what you want instead of you putting everything else first.”
    “Fine,” I answered more sternly than I meant. “I want to go to Canada, and I want to go in the spring.”
    He kissed my neck, “Was that so hard, baby?”
    I shook my head as he turned me into the couch. “I can’t hear you,” he breathed into my mouth.
    “No,” I breathed, capturing his mouth.
    Bentley’s hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, lifting it while I adjusted my hips so they were more under his. Kissing my neck he mumbled, “God you smell like heaven, Hales, my home.” I giggled as he tickled my neck with his words. “Shh, baby, you’ll wake our son.”
    “I’m trying.” I giggled again, moving my hips to meet the now-large tent in his sweats.
    “Baby you want to go camping?”
    “Uh-huh,” I panted as he kissed down my body.
    I slid my hands into the waistband of his sweats, slowly pushing them down over his hips. Bentley moaned as my nails grazed his skin while he kissed my nipples. When his sweats were no longer in my reach, I brought my leg up to catch the band with my toe and push them farther down.
    Bentley stood and pulled them off the rest of the way. Standing before me was my soon-to-be husband, and I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth. I leaned up on my elbows and shifted to the edge of the couch, taking his cock in my mouth.
    His hands grabbed my shoulders then slid down my arms half way before reaching behind me and un-clasping my bra, tugging it off and throwing it behind him. He cupped my breasts, feeling the weight of them, making me moan onto his cock.
    “God, Haley, that feels so good.” He fisted my hair, moving me back and forth a little faster. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth, making me even wetter.
    I pulled back, letting him fall from my mouth and stood to undo my pants, pushing them down before going back to the couch, this time on my knees.
    “Baby, maybe we should move this to our bedroom...” I grabbed his cock stroking him a few times before pulling him back into my mouth. “Or not,” he said, his words strained.
    The more I moved along him, the more I wanted to touch myself. I dropped one hand to rub my clit. The more I moaned, the more turned on Bentley got, further increasing my arousal. The tingling sensation started to build within me, making me suck him like a wild animal.
    “Holy shit, Haley. I don’t know what the fuck got into you…but don’t fucking stop.”
    I was riding my hand, unable to get enough friction. “Oh God…Bentley…” I mumbled. “I’m so close.”
    Bentley stepped back and turned me over, pushing my