Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
From some dry rubbing.
Like a fucking teenager.
Everleigh was stiff as a board after, mind likely clear, and freaking out about what just happened.
I kept as still as possible as she slowly moved off of me to the other side of the bed. Then, inch by inch, off the bed. Across the floor.
I waited until I heard the soft click of the door before my hand was going under the sheets, into my pants, grabbing my cock, and stroking it.
Hard.
Fast.
Desperate.
With the feel and smell of her fresh on my mind. With the sound of her moans as she came still in my ears.
I came harder than I could ever remember, unable to keep my sounds to myself—something I’d never experienced before.
I jolted then, though, sure I heard the click of the door.
But when my head whipped over, it was closed.
It was probably just the door of her room next door, going back in after stopping in the bathroom to pull herself back together.
“Christ,” I hissed as I climbed out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom, needing to clean up, but also clear my damn mind.
It was going to be almost impossible to go through the day with her nearby, knowing I couldn’t touch her, but thinking about her grinding against me, coming hard from just the slide of my cock against her pussy.
I took exactly no comfort in the fact that Everleigh seemed equally as unsure and uncomfortable as I did, both of us keeping a wide berth from each other as we moved about the kitchen—her making coffee and me working on breakfast.
She was eager to go outside and see the chickens when Coach said he was going to go let them out of their coop after we ate.
Then she spent a really long fucking time throwing the ball around the yard for Murphy’s dogs. Then playing tag with Delaney and Judge’s eldest when they dropped by for a visit.
Anything she could do, it seemed, to stay away from me.
It was for the best, I tried to remind myself, as I ruthlessly scrubbed the kitchen, half-surprised that I didn’t wipe the shine off of the counters in the process.
It was after lunch, and more cleaning, that I looked in her direction, watching her gaze dart away like she’d been looking at me when I hadn’t been watching.
Or maybe that was wishful thinking.
“I’m gonna head into town to grab the makings for pumpkin pie,” I told her. “Do you want to tag along?” I asked.
“No,” she said quickly. Too quickly. She immediately went a little pink as she realized that too. “I, ah, what if people in town saw?” she asked. “I don’t think I could stand to hear them looking at me and talking about me behind my back,” she said. “I know it’s stupid to care what other people think, but I can’t help it.”
It might have started as an excuse not to be alone with me, but there was clearly a lot of truth in her words as she leaned into it.
I wouldn’t say that Everleigh seemed insecure to me. But she definitely cared about how she appeared to others, what narrative she played in their lives. However small a part she might have played.
“I understand,” I said, nodding. Because I did. It took me a long-ass time not to be bothered by the sideways looks some of the townspeople, or other people outside our town, gave my brothers when we rode around on our bikes or walked around with our cuts on.
You had to get to a certain level of “Fuck you and your opinions” to get past it. And I wasn’t sure Everleigh was the kind of person to think that way.
“Is there anything else you want me to pick up?” I asked. “Snacks?” I added.
“Vanilla ice cream,” she said. “I could really go for some vanilla ice cream today,” she said.
Comfort food.
Because she was feeling weird about this morning.
I felt guilty about that.
But I couldn’t think of anything to say that might make it better.
So I said nothing.
Just grabbed my wallet and keys, and moved outside.
Where Coach was standing. Almost like he’d been waiting for me.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Going to the store. Everleigh wants to bake pumpkin pie,” I told him.
“Nah, that’s not what I meant,” he said.
“What do you mean then?” I asked, tensing because I had a feeling I knew what it was.
“What are you doing with that girl in there?” he asked, pinning me with those eyes that saw too much.
“I’m not doing anything with her,” I insisted. This morning excluded. And that didn’t count because neither of us were acknowledging it.
“Yeah, but why is that?” he asked. “You’ve had moon-eyes for that girl since the moment I came into this club. Before then, most likely. “Now you got her right here… and you’re avoiding her like she’s contagious.”