Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I stood up and brushed the dried dirt from my jeans. Ky waited a few minutes more, no doubt thinking shit through. Then he got his feet. I went to walk to his bike, when he grabbed my arm and yanked me to his chest. I grunted in surprise, but then I felt my heart melt as Ky’s big arms went around me and squeezed me tight. I felt tears start to form, only worsening when he kissed the top of my head and rasped, “I wouldn’t have fucking coped if Garcia had stolen you away from me.”
The sincerity lacing his deep voice cut through me. I held on to Ky with all I had. “I love you,” I whispered and meant every word.
“Love you too, sis.” He gripped on to me for a few seconds more.
When we parted, I was sure I saw his eyes glistening, but as we got on the bike, I couldn’t tell if I’d imagined it or not. I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Wanna go for a real ride?” he asked.
I smiled, feeling like the kid sister I really was. “Yeah.” I held on tight as we hit the open road. I didn’t know if it was a sign from above, maybe from my momma, but I felt a stillness settle in me that I hadn’t ever felt before. And I knew it was because her two babies had found their way back to each other. With that thought in my head, I closed my eyes as the city lights of Austin whizzed by . . . and I just held on.
*****
I walked into the apartment to find Cowboy stretched out on the couch. He got to his feet and came straight to me. He lifted me in his arms and clutched me to his chest. “Missed you, cher,” he said into my hair.
I laughed. “I was only gone an afternoon.”
Cowboy put me down. He laid a hand on his chest. “Cher, that’s way too long for me to be without you,” he said in his best dramatic accent. I laughed in his face.
“You’re so full of shit,” I said and pressed my mouth against his. Cowboy groaned, his hands gripping my waist. He may have been joking before, but this kiss showed me he’d meant every word. When he broke from my mouth, we were breathing fast. I felt his hard dick against my thigh. I swallowed. I looked up and saw Hush over Cowboy’s shoulder. He was fresh from the shower, watching us as he leaned against the doorway. A towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, his toned tattooed body on show. Drops of water ran over his abs and disappeared under the waistline of his towel.
Cowboy had moved, his mouth on the back of my neck. My eyes stayed on Hush’s, the ice-blue of his irises narrow around his dilated pupils. Cowboy’s warm breath sent shivers down my spine. My skin burned with heat. I clenched my thighs together just to find some kind of fucking relief.
Hush slowly lifted his hand out to me. “Go to him,” Cowboy whispered. My feet obeyed, crossing the kitchen until I wrapped my hand in Hush’s. As always, he stared down at the joined fingers. But before, I’d seen fear on his face, anxiety about the different colors and what that could mean for us. As if his past would spontaneously erupt into the present. Now, when he looked at our fingers—white and brown—I saw only love and affection in his stare. I knew there would always be a part of him that would worry. But I hoped the happy years ahead would slowly break down his fears.
I moved closer to Hush, my free hand running down his pecs and abs. Another drop of water ran down his chest. Leaning in, I licked the drop with my tongue. Hush hissed and cradled the back of my head with his hand. I looked up, our eyes colliding, and he crashed his mouth to mine. I moaned, breathless as his tongue slipped in to meet mine. He took my mouth, hard and fast, yet so incredibly sweet at the same time. I moaned louder when two more hands slipped around my waist. Cowboy’s mouth kissed along the side and back of my neck. My eyes fluttered at the feeling of so much affection. I reached behind me to find Cowboy naked. My hands ran over his cut hips and muscular thighs. Cowboy pushed his hips against my ass, pushing me toward Hush, who was hard too. I broke from his mouth and gasped for air.
Cowboy guided me forward, toward the bedroom. My hands found the towel around Hush’s waist just as my mouth found his lips again. We were a sea of mouths and hands and skin as we entered the bedroom. I had barely taken a breath when Cowboy lifted my top over my head. Hush unbuttoned my jeans; he dropped to his knees as he pulled them down and off my feet, dragging my panties with them. Cowboy’s hands made quick work of my bra . . . and then I was bare, scars and all . . . and I had never felt more beautiful in my entire life.