Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“But, Johnny, I’m just trying to…”
“No. You are once again trying to do something that you shouldn’t be doing—you know, like meddle in something that you have no business doing. So, you need to trust me here, Rosie, and listen when I say that I don’t want anything to do with you.”
With that, Johnny walked around to the other side of the truck, opened up the door, and waved me toward it.
I got in without a moment’s hesitation, then watched warily over my shoulder as Johnny rounded the back of the car, passing a seething Rosie again in the process, and got in. All the while, she watched with an angry gleam in her eye, as if she was planning her next attack.
“Bitch.”
I gasped. “Grandpa!”
Chapter 18
That was illegal, but it’s fine. We’re only here as decoration. Not to give actual tickets.
-Hostel PD FB page
June
I don’t know exactly when the act Johnny had been putting on became obvious to me. We’d been together for well over two weeks and had a little routine going on. He came over after his shift, we’d spend some time together, and he’d leave before it got too late to go to bed.
Then we’d rinse and repeat the next day.
Overall, I loved it.
I loved that he was here and wanted to spend time with me. I loved that what he gave me were things that I never even knew I needed. I loved the way he felt against my skin. I loved where we seemed to be going, what we seemed to be building and what this could be leading to…but there was also a downside.
I could sense that something was wrong. Warning bells were going off in the back of my mind.
Every time his parents called, he’d ignore it.
Every time I mentioned him staying over for the night—because I wanted nothing more than to wake up beside him—he’d say that he had to get up early the next morning. There was no arguing with him about it either. He got this look in his eyes when I did, and I knew that I could possibly push it too far.
So, I never pushed.
Or at least I tried not to anyway.
Today was different, though.
Not at first, but it turned out that way.
We’d arrived back at my place after dinner about an hour earlier, and now we were both curled up on the couch watching our second episode of Supernatural.
It was when Dean was shooting a vampire in the face that my mind and hand started to wander.
At first, I started by dragging my fingers along his naked chest.
He was in nothing but jeans and socks, his feet propped up on the arm of the sofa.
Amanda was at work and would be for the next eight hours since it was Saturday night.
Tomorrow, Johnny didn’t have to work, so I knew that if I had any chance at all to get him to stay the night—tonight was it.
I would accomplish my goal, too! I wanted him to stay. I wanted to wake him up with my mouth between his legs. I wanted to make him breakfast. I wanted a whole lot of things, and I was a selfish person.
I just plain wanted him.
So, as I ‘accidentally’ skimmed the pad of my thumb over his nipple, my lips twitched at feeling his belly stiffen in reaction.
Johnny was beautiful with his shirt off, and his belly was a work of art.
He had so many scars all over his beautiful body, and I’d been curious as hell about how he’d gotten them.
My head was on his pectoral, and we were both laid out on the couch. Me on my side between him and the back of the sofa and him on his back with me wrapped around him like a half-pretzel.
If I’d been a guy, there’d be no disguising just how turned on I was by a woman laying on me for the last hour. But I wasn’t a guy, and his head seemed to be somewhere else tonight.
He’d been acting weird since he left my place last night after receiving a phone call. And when he picked me up to go for dinner tonight, he’d been preoccupied.
His sudden change in behavior got me thinking. I hadn’t received one single text from him all day, and I’d sent him plenty.
That was unusual. Even when he was working, he always made time to text me. Always. Otherwise, I tended to worry, which he thought was ‘adorable.’ His words, not mine.
When I asked him what was wrong earlier at dinner, he said there wasn’t anything wrong.
Which led us to now.
He hadn’t said so much as a word since we’d started watching the show, but he had allowed me to curl myself around him. He’d also tugged me in close.
What he hadn’t done was make any move to take me as he would’ve normally done.