Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Can’t argue with that,” I said, clinking my bottle against his.
We all leaned against the fence and watched the horses while we took our break. Then it was back to work. Nick was practically chomping at the bit. We all exchanged smirks. We were all settled. We knew what he was after.
Nick needed a big old bed to see to his lady in. He wanted space and privacy. And since we were such good friends, we were going to help him build one.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Nick
“Wow, this is . . .” Melissa trailed off, staring around the newly renovated airstream in wonder. It had been two weeks since I officially moved into her twin bed. Two weeks since I made her mine, body and soul. Two weeks of uncomfortable sleep and difficulty making proper love to her.
Of course, I was happier than a bear in the woods anyway. Just being with her was fucking amazing. And I was more than happy to make the twin bed work, but the airstream was going to be vastly preferable.
There was a queen platform bed in the back of the airstream. There was a small closet and a built-in dresser and nightstands, a bathroom on one side and a shower on the other. In the center was the kitchenette with all new appliances and cabinets and a dining area that converted to a spare bed.
It wasn’t big. But it was pretty much perfect.
Jack had built the upgraded dinette himself. The man was an artist with wood work, far more skilled than me, or even Whiskey or Mac. We were learning at his knee, though. It was nifty as fuck. I wanted Melissa to love it. I had plans for us to travel in it and take mini-vacations down at Devil’s Lake now and then, too.
It would be our home away from home.
And tonight, I had plans to break it in. We were going to christen this fucker. Just like a boat in a movie. I even had a bottle of champagne.
If the camper’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
Tonight, I was going to tell her how I felt about her, once and for all. It was more than past time to tell her I loved her down to her cute little toes.
Not that I hadn’t said it. I just hadn’t said it loudly. Or when she could concentrate.
She hadn’t heard me say it the last few times we were in bed. It was like the words were forced out of me when I came. Like my body knew it was time to say it, even if my brain was being a coward about it.
It was obvious that I loved her. I told myself she already knew. No way would Melissa freak out. I wouldn’t scare her off by saying it.
And if she didn’t love me back yet, that was okay, too. She would. I would make sure of it. I knew she wanted me. I knew she needed me. If I had to wait for the third part, I would.
Hell, I’d wait for-fucking-ever.
“This is . . .” she said again, clearly at a loss for words. Damn, I liked the look on her face, though. She was clearly impressed. I grinned and pulled her into my arms.
“You like it?”
“It’s amazing,” she breathed in awe.
“I thought it could be our home away from home. At the lake, or anywhere we wanted to travel.”
“You mean, it can actually go places?” she asked incredulously.
“Sure can.” I nodded. “She’s road-worthy, and the new SUV has a hookup. Let me show you around.”
I took her hand, kissing the back of it. Then I led her around the cabin. It wasn't a huge trailer. But it wasn't one of the tiny ones, either. She 'oohed' and 'ahhed' as I led her toward the back where the big bed was.
"So we will sleep out here? While we work on the house?"
I nodded.
“Could be fun, right?”
She gave me a tentative smile.
“So should I bring my pajamas out here?"
I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm not sure you'll get a lot of use for them, but sure."
Her cheeks turned pink. That was my cue. I brushed her hair away from her face and smiled.
“I’m not sure I can wait until dark.”
"For what?" she asked. But she knew. Her beautiful eyes fluttered shut as I leaned in to kiss her. We both moaned as our tongues tangled and our bodies leaned toward each other. It was so natural. Everything about us fit perfectly.
I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off and have some fun in that big ol’ bed. There were even little curtains you could slide shut for privacy in case anyone wandered by.
I gripped her thigh and hoisted it, angling it wide so I could press my cock against her. I grunted like a hungry animal. I was hungry. I was starving for her.