Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Which she shouldn't be, considering I'd made her come four times—twice on my face and twice on my cock.
“Where are you at, angel?” I asked, shifting so I could look down at her.
She blinked a few times, looking up at me apologetically. “Sorry,” she said. “Lost in my head.”
“You want me to come find you?”
“If anybody could, it’d be you,” she said confidently. She let out a sigh. “I was just thinking about this one time when I was sixteen and I managed to slip past my guard. It was something I’d never done before so I only had one detail on me. I just wanted to drive, so I managed to get the keys to my mother's car out of her purse and made it into the garage. My cousins had been over earlier that day—they were the same age as me—and had talked about how much fun it was to have their license. How they would go get food at restaurants that weren't connected to the family.”
I listened patiently.
“I only made it to the end of the driveway before I was stopped,” she continued. “My guard jerked me out of the car while it was still running, and it rolled backward until it crashed into our closed gate.” She went quiet, her eyes distant like she was fully entrenched in the memory.
“When the guard told my father, I was punished with his belt. But my mother got it worse because she’d left her purse in a place that I easily could get to. She couldn't leave the house for two weeks because of the black eye he'd given her, and even though my mother and I were never close, I've still never gotten over that. I never tried to drive again after that.”
I sighed, gently squeezing her in a silent apology. “I never meant for today to dredge up such traumatic—”
“That's not...” She shook her head against my chest. “I just…today was so amazing. And I was thinking that it really shouldn't have been. I mean, don't get me wrong, the way you went above and beyond is everything to me, but I was just driving. Yes, it was an amazing race car and a private track, but driving was on my list.” She shook her head again. “It makes me feel silly, and then I do my best to trace it back to why I hadn't tried to do more of those things in the first place and it dredges up memories I thought I’d long forgotten. Secrets I tried to keep even from myself, if that makes sense.” She turned, placing her chin on my chest so she could look at me directly. “Do you get that?”
I nodded. I absolutely understood where she was coming from. Our world was riddled with memories that would be healthier to forget, secrets that we wished we never had to keep.
“Do you want me to tell you a secret no one else knows?” I asked. “It's only fair since you told me one of yours.”
“You don't have to,” she said. “I didn't tell you as a form of quid pro quo. I told you because I trust you, but I’m sure you've realized that by now.”
I smiled down at her, reveling in that declaration.
“The first time my brother and I were tasked to go out on our own, I threw up. I was a nervous wreck, even though I knew exactly what to do, knew the orders. It didn't sit right with me. Half the shit my family wanted me to do didn't in those days. Once we got to the site, I threw my guts up behind the car. Dante saw me and didn't say a word. Never told anyone, knowing it would make me look weak to anyone vying for my position. He took lead on the task. It wasn't even one of the worse ones, either. Nobody got hurt, but I was more afraid of fucking it up and disappointing my family than I was of anything else.”
Serenity’s hand flattened out over my chest. “It's hard to imagine you ever being nervous about anything,” she admitted. “But I also understand the feeling about disappointing your family. Although, I honestly don't give a shit about mine anymore.”
We both laughed at that, levity returning to our conversation.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she said sincerely.
“I trust you with everything,” I said. “And I get that about your family. Thankfully, the older I got, the more progressive my family grew. The entire organization actually. They haven't completely come over to my way of thinking yet, but they're close. And we found a healthy way to still maintain our relationships even though I backed out of anything that wasn't legal.”
“Sounds like you have an amazing family,” she said. “I hope I get to meet the rest of them someday.”