Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“We fit perfectly,” she stated. “I knew we would.”
I closed my eyes and breathed deep.
“Want me to run out and get you that hot chocolate?” I asked, knowing that was her pattern at night, even though I didn’t want to move considering how phenomenal her ass felt against my cock, but I’d move if she asked.
Her hand pressed down on mine.
“I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
I smiled and gave her a squeeze.
“Fuckin’ beat. You got plans tomorrow, or can we stay here all day and only get up when we need to recharge with food?”
“You don’t have to work tomorrow?”
“Nope.”
“Wait …what is it that you do again? You never said.”
No. I avoided that topic. Definitely never said.
“Co-own a surf shop with Jamie,” I informed. “Wax. Not far from here. And we never work on Sundays. Those are always for surf.”
“Except you don’t surf anymore,” she replied.
My arm tightened around her.
I was prepared for questions I’d dodge for a later discussion. Wasn’t in the mood to get into all of that tonight, but Syd didn’t press.
“Well, I would love to stay here with you, but I do have work tomorrow,” she replied, sounding sad about it. “And I need to be there. I called in sick the past two days and I felt horrible doing it. Nate seemed understanding about it but I still felt bad. He’s got a lot on his plate and he didn’t need me leaving him short-staffed.”
“Sure if it wasn’t manageable, he would’ve said something to you,” I suggested.
Her shoulder jerked.
“Maybe,” she said quietly. “Maybe not. It’s Nate. He’s like a ghost around there a lot of the time. It’s so sad.”
I remembered Syd telling me about her boss and the shit he was dealing with after finding out about it herself.
Not just shit. Sad shit. Wife committing suicide and leaving him a single dad to their newborn.
Not a conversation I wanted to have after experiencing what I’d just shared with my girl.
Luckily for me, Syd appeared to feel the same way and instead turned in my arms so we were facing each other and started shifting closer.
I took over.
Hand forming to her waist, I pulled until she was flush up against me, tits to ribs, her head resting half on the pillow and half on my arm, her hand sliding over my cheek to my hair and down to my neck and shoulder, and my leg slung over and behind her knees, locking us together.
I twisted a piece of messy red around my finger, feeling her eyes on me.
“What’s your last name?” she asked.
My hand stilled.
That was definitely not something I would’ve shared before, fearing she’d search it online to find me and see shit I didn’t want her seeing, my last name possibly linking her to something, but I didn’t have that same fear anymore so I didn’t mind sharing with her.
Why would she search for me now? I was right here.
And she had me.
“Savage,” I replied, finger moving and looking into her eyes. “Yours?”
Her nose scrunched up.
“Well, my married name is Paige.”
My hand stilled again.
“You aren’t married anymore,” I told her, and I did it roughly, not being able to help my tone because, fuck, I hated everything of that motherfucker’s that touched Syd, his last name included.
Stupid to feel that way since it was what you fucking did when you got married to someone—you took their last name or you gave them yours.
Still.
I wasn’t seeing reason on this subject.
I forced myself to settle, watched her nod in agreement with me, face relaxed, then continued on to say, “And you sure as fuck deserve better than that last name. It’s not good enough for you. What’s your maiden name?”
She smiled.
“Whittaker.”
I tucked the red I’d been twisting behind her ear, draped my arm over her waist, then replied.
“There you go, babe.”
She smiled bigger.
I slid my hand to her neck and gripped her there, rolled to my back, and pulled her down on top of me.
“Like you here,” I whispered.
Her breath held and her fingers stilled against my chest as her eyes brightened with an emotion I hadn’t seen yet, then she relaxed and smiled lazily, shifted down a little, and dropped her chin to the top of her hand, staring at me.
Her hair was a mess from fucking and her cheeks and lips were bitten red.
One hand forming to her ass and the other twisting in the ends of her hair falling on her shoulder, I stared back, feeling the haze of exhaustion sweeping over me and asking, “Any more questions tonight or can you hold off until tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, and every other day I’m planning on seeing you so we can both get some shut-eye before I need to be feeling you around my cock again.”
Her lips turned up, stare brightening a little, then she twisted her neck and lay on her cheek.