Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I watch as she starts to shake. She doesn’t stop grinding until the last of her orgasm has raced through her body. Slowly, she blinks her eyes open.
“Can I touch you?” I blurt.
She nods, and I don’t waste a single fucking second. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her into a hug. I just need to hold her. I need my hands on her, and I need to come. But that’s going to have to wait. This is her time.
“I’m sorry.”
“What?” I ease back and lift her chin so that her eyes are on me. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Not when I just experienced the hottest fucking moment of my life with you. You’re not allowed to apologize for that.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I don’t say what I don’t mean, Briar. You’re here in my arms, riding my cock. That’s a memory I will never forget.”
“But you didn’t—”
“This was all you, baby. All you. I got a hell of a lot more out of that than you think I did. I got memories of you that will last a lifetime. That’s all I need.”
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“You kept your promise.”
“This one and every single promise in our future,” I assure her.
She rests her head on my shoulder, and I relax into the chair and enjoy holding her. She’s not trying to run from me, and that’s a huge fucking win. We lie in silence for I don’t know how long, but I do know it’s not long enough.
“It’s pretty late. I should get going.”
“Let’s get your tattoo wrapped. I’ll go over aftercare, and we can get you dressed.”
She nods and climbs off my lap. I miss the feel of her in my arms instantly. I quickly cover her tattoo, go over aftercare, and we gather our things.
“I’m going to follow you home,” I tell her.
“What? No, it’s late. You don’t have to do that.”
“I’m doing it because it’s late. It’s not a problem. I won’t be able to sleep unless I know you made it home safely.”
“I never imagined I’d meet a man like you, Forrest Huntley.”
“Funny, I always knew I’d find you.”
“How?”
“Because I was waiting for you. I was waiting for the woman who’d turn my world upside down. I was waiting for the woman who would make my heart race. The one who would consume my thoughts and feed my soul. That’s you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
She smiles shyly as she climbs into her car. “Thank you for everything. Oh, I didn’t pay you.”
I laugh. “Right. If you think for a single second, I’m letting my girl pay for ink, you’ve lost your mind.” Leaning in, I kiss her softly. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay.”
I close the door and rush to my truck, pulling open the door to climb inside. I flash my lights, letting her know I’m ready, and follow her home. The drive is quick, and I flash my lights again as she pulls into her driveway. I stop in the middle of the road. There is no traffic this time of night, and I watch as she climbs out of her car, waves, and makes her way to the front door, disappearing inside.
I drive to my place with a smile on my face and an aching cock. As soon as I’m inside, I don’t bother with the lights; I head straight to the shower to handle business. I come, embarrassingly fast, and within ten minutes, I’m in bed. I didn’t expect this turn of events, but I’m fucking stoked all the same.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Briar
“Guess what?” my sister asks as she comes bouncing into the living room.
“What?” I ask as my phone vibrates in my hand. I glance down, because I already know it’s Forrest. Since my tattoo two weeks ago, we’ve been texting and talking on the phone nonstop. He’s come over for dinner a few times, and I’ve taken the girls to his place to swim and for dinner as well. He’s been pushing for me, the girls, and Brogan to join them for their weekly Sunday dinners, but I’ve been holding off. That seems serious, and even though this thing between us feels serious, I don’t know if we’re there yet.
“Is that your boyfriend?” Brogan teases.
“He’s not—it’s Forrest.” Is he my boyfriend? We haven’t labeled this. Just that we’re not seeing other people and he’s letting me go at my pace.
“He is.”
“We’ve never labeled whatever it is that we’re doing,” I tell her.
“You might not have, but your boy has.” She reaches for her phone and taps the screen before handing it to me. “This was what I was going to tell you, but I’ll let you read it for yourself.”
Taking her phone, I see it’s a text message thread with Forrest. Scrolling to the top, I read through the messages.