Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Elliott,” I breathed, and then I was running.
***
Elliott
“When’s she going to come outside? I’m starving,” Dougie whined.
He was upset that the mother of his child had his daughter for Christmas, and he was taking it out on everyone else but the woman who deserved the shit mood he was in.
I looked over at the exasperating ass beside me. “When she comes outside.”
“Seriously, did your mom give the signal like you told her to?” Dougie kept pushing.
I silenced him with a look, but he just grinned.
Asshole.
“The door’s opened,” Jack mumbled from his position in the front seat. I looked over at him with his eyes closed, and wondered how he could even tell.
“Stay here for a few,” I instructed as I opened the backdoor and jumped out.
My feet hit the ground with only a whisper of sound, and I closed the door quietly, waiting for her to go to my dad’s truck that was parked in front of ours.
It felt like for-fucking-ever before she finally made it to the end of the drive.
She was wearing the same pajamas she’d been wearing last night.
Red and white skintight pajamas.
She told me in a letter last week that she’d found them for half price in the kid’s section at Target. I’d thought that she was talking about footed pajamas, but these were just adorable. And, for some reason, incredibly sexy.
The thin stretchy material cupped her ass like a second skin, and from here I was fairly sure she couldn’t be wearing underwear because I couldn’t see any lines.
Her top looked about as good as her ass except I could tell she was wearing a bra, which, for some reason, was heartbreaking.
Her mid-back length strawberry blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail over her right shoulder, and she had a red and green striped ribbon in her hair at the top to hold her bangs back.
Her face was void of makeup, and her toes were bare, despite the zero degree temperatures and wind chill.
It took her long moments to finally turn my way, but when she did, she froze.
Then she screamed and started running towards me.
A smile split my face wide, and it was all I could do to stay in place and not run towards her, too.
Putting one foot back to brace, I opened my arms just in time for her to launch herself in them and hit me with all the might a hundred and ten pound person could muster.
Her legs went around my waist, feet locking behind my back.
Her strong arms encircled my neck, and she buried her sobbing face into the crook as she shook with the force of her tears.
“You’re home,” she whispered.
My eyes closed and I breathed her in.
She smelled like coffee and cinnamon roasted walnuts, which meant she’d cheated and already opened one of my Christmas presents to her.
“Hey, baby,” I said into Blaine’s hair. “I had to keep my promise,” I declared.
She turned her head, but left it on my chest, breaking my heart with the sight of her tears. “What promise?”
Grinning at her like a fool, I said, “Dancing with you. I made a promise, and I plan to keep it.”
“This is the best Christmas present ever!” She declared loudly, lifting her head out of my neck, finally letting me see her eyes.
They were still streaming tears, but they were full of happiness.
I grinned. “I guess you were fooled by my faux hotel room?”
She mock glared at me, but couldn’t hold it for long. “I’m so going to kick your ass.”
The thought was laughable, yet she looked completely serious.
“Is that right?” I teased.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Yep. I’ve got other plans for your ass in the near future; you’re lucky.”
“You know I don’t swing that side of the fence,” I said as I started walking towards the front door where our parents were patiently waiting for us.
She laughed. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“What the hell are you still wearing those pajamas for?” I whispered into her hair.
She felt so good in my arms. Like the missing piece to my puzzle. It’d been a miserable nine months, but I was here now, and I would be for another four months, at least.
My plans for the next few months?
Sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
***
We didn’t even make it into our apartment before I divested her of her shirt.
Shivers danced down her spine as my bearded face connected with the smooth line of her jaw, and traveled down the curve of her neck.
“Elliott,” she gasped, taking a fistful of hair and yanking on it to get me to disengage.
I was a starving man, though.
Didn’t she know how much I wanted her? How very much I needed her? How long I’ve waited to have her again?
Nine goddamn months.
Nine long, lonely months of nothing for company but my hand.
My dick missed her.
Somehow I managed to get the keys out of Blaine’s bottomless pit of a purse, and into the lock, all while I devoured her neck and shoulder.
Her hands stayed clutched to my hair, pulling me closer while she ground her pussy all over the front of my jeans.
The jeans were new, and had no give in them, making it an uncomfortable sensation for my overly excited cock that hadn’t felt its favorite plaything up against it in nearly a year.
The memory of her was two hundred and seventy days of torture.
Sweet torture.
“Elliott,” she groaned, moving her mouth down to my throat and sucking lightly. “We need to get inside before you get into trouble for indecent exposure.”
My hand around her ass tightened, and I physically restrained myself from going any further.
I stepped back away from her, or at least tried to, but her legs wouldn’t let me go.
“You’ve got to work with me honey,” I rasped.
She smiled. “Open the damn door, Elliott. I’ve been away from you for too long to let you go now.”
I smiled, hoisted her up high on my chest and pinned her against the door, trying once again to get the goddamned door open.