Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I shifted, then dropped my mouth to her neck, causing her to cease all movement.
The moment my beard met her skin, I opened my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue along the cords of her neck.
“Spent every fucking second, of every fucking day since I’ve met you, thinking about you. Worrying about you. Wondering if you’ve eaten yet,” I whispered against her skin. “I’ve slept with you only a handful of times, but it was enough to know that I don’t ever want to sleep without you again.”
A sob caught in her throat, and she dropped her head, her hands clutching mine where they were wrapped around her waist.
“I didn’t say I love you, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t fucking feel it.” I bit down lightly on her shoulder, then soothed the hurt with my tongue. “Say it again.”
She shook her head. The soft tendrils of her hair got stuck in my beard, but I didn’t care.
Nothing was more important than saying the words back to her.
I just had to get her to repeat hers, first.
Still, she didn’t say them.
Time to pull out the big guns.
Ripping my chest open to reveal my heart was hard. Every time I opened myself up to someone, they did nothing but disappoint me.
It fucking hurt when people didn’t reciprocate, but the thing with Kennedy? Yeah, it wasn’t fake. It wasn’t something that could even be quantified.
It was real.
She was real.
And I needed her to know that I was in this one hundred percent.
“I want to have babies with you.”
Her legs started to tremble.
“All those times that we didn’t use a condom?”
She shivered.
“I want you to get knocked up.”
She inhaled shakily.
“I want to see you pregnant with my child. I want to see you around town with everyone knowing that I put him inside of you.”
I tilted her head back by latching onto her hair.
Her eyes were filled with tears; one spilled over.
I kissed it away.
“I love you, woman. Lock, stock, and barrel. Down to my bones. Everything that I have to give is yours. It may not be much, but it’s all that I have to give, and I want you to have it.”
She closed her eyes, and she lost the battle with her tears.
They spilled over.
At first, I tried to stem the flow, but soon I realized how futile an effort that was, and decided that maybe hugging her would be best.
So that’s what I did.
I held her while she cried in my arms on the side of a deserted Texas highway.
Her crying put me into a weird mood.
One where I was starting to get pissed at myself for causing all of this heartache for her.
In fact, I was so lost in thought, berating myself for doing stupid shit all the time, that I didn’t watch what was happening right in front of me.
Sure, I was looking at her—or more honestly, the top of her head—but I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that she was no longer crying.
Nor was I paying attention to her hands.
Not until they were on the zipper of my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I questioned her, stepping back slightly.
The move gave her more room to do what she wanted, which was unzip my pants.
“I’m touching you inappropriately,” she said. “Right here in public.”
I thought she was joking, and I was about to tease her, but then she dipped her small hand into the gap of my jeans, cupping my half-hard cock in her hand.
A half-hard cock that only stayed half hard for all of three seconds before it filled with blood.
Which was about the time she tried to pull it out of the small opening in my jeans.
I winced and pulled away.
Her hand stayed in my pants, though, and she glared.
“What?” she asked. “You’re saying I can’t do this?”
I grinned, and then circled her wrist with my hand.
“No,” I said. “I’m saying that my dick literally will not fit through that opening. I know from experience.”
She blinked.
“If you want to do something, like suck my cock, you’re going to have to open my belt first.”
Her eyes turned calculating.
“You’d want that?”
I stared at her blankly.
“I’d want what?” I questioned. “My dick sucked by my woman?”
She nodded.
“What kind of question is that?” I teased, pulling her in by a hand hooked around her neck. “Let me tell you something, honey. If you offered to suck my cock in the middle of a crowded restaurant, I’d probably let you do it. I don’t think a man alive has ever said no to a blow job by an attractive woman.”
She giggled, then dropped to her knees.
My mouth fell slightly open.
“You’re going to hurt your knees…” my voice trailed off when she yanked open my belt and yanked hard on the button of my jeans.
“You think we should at least move further off the road?” I wondered gruffly.