Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“So good surprise?” I ask, and she nods.
“It’s like the best surprise I’ve ever had”—she walks to the blanket and sits down—“and I didn’t have to plan any of it.”
“You really plan everything?” I ask, and she nods.
“Pretty much,” she admits. “I even planned how I wanted my proposal to be.” She leans in. “No one knows that one.”
I just stare at her. “Wait, he proposed to you, but you planned it?”
She shrugs. “I guess that was the first red flag.” Her voice sounds of hurt. “It is what it is, I guess.”
“He’s a fucking dick,” I tell her honestly.
“Why did you and Patricia get divorced?” she asks me as I open the basket and pull out the sandwiches I picked up.
“We just grew apart,” I share, “or better yet, we grew up and changed.” I take out a bottle of water, handing it to her. “And when we changed, we didn’t mesh as well as we thought we did.”
“Did it bother you?” She unwraps her sandwich.
“I spent a good nine months coming to terms with it before saying it out loud. We both did.” I unwrap my own sandwich. “Then I sat down and spoke to my dad, and he said ‘you’re too young to be miserable for the rest of your life.’” I smile, thinking back at the talk. “So I went home and told her how I felt, and she cried because she felt the same.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a couple who broke up on good terms before.” She takes a bite of her sandwich. “So mature. I wanted to light the whole house on fire.”
“But you didn’t,” I point out.
“I didn’t because I wanted to get the fuck out of there. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that will ever happen to make me forget what I saw.” She closes her eyes. “On my favorite Christmas duvet on top of that.”
“Bastards,” I say, making her laugh.
“Right,” she agrees, “the audacity.”
“Hey, but look at what happened since,” I tell her. “You’ve learned that you like to drink your coffee looking out the window and enjoying the scenery. You should never put the temperature to the oven higher than the recipe calls for. You learned how to ride a horse.”
“And a cowboy.” I throw my head back, and I can’t help but burst out laughing.
“I mean, I think you knew how to ride one before”—I lean in to kiss her—“you just got a real cowboy.”
“So tell me, Cowboy.” She puts her hand on my face, rubbing her fingertips up and down into my beard. “Did you plan on making out with me on this blanket?”
I toss my sandwich to the side. “Oh, you have no idea how many plans I had for this blanket.” She tosses her sandwich with mine.
“I’m all ears.” She gets on her knees in front of me, leaning in to bite my jaw.
I move her vest to the side, my hands cupping her tits. “It’s better if I show you,” I growl. “Much better if I show you.”
19
ZARA
I open my eyes and feel heat behind me, and I smile as I blink the sleep out of my eyes. I also feel his hard cock poking into my ass as his hand has a tight death grip on my breast. I settle in for a minute, thinking how much I like waking up with him. It’s not something that happens all the time, especially since he’s had his son this week, but it has happened, and when it does, the day always starts better.
I look out of the window, seeing the sun peeking out of the passing clouds, listening to the silence of the morning. It’s so calm you can’t help but feel relaxed, everything in the South is calmer. It is honestly everything I thought I didn’t want yet needed, including the man who is holding me from behind. The date he took me on last night has to go down as the most romantic date I’ve ever had. It also goes down as the most uncomfortable place I’ve ever had sex. It was romantic in theory, but then lying on the ground, with twigs stabbing you in your back, was not ideal to say the very least. But he made up for it when we got back here. Well, he more than made up for it.
Which makes me look over my shoulder at him sleeping right beside me. I move my ass back into his cock, hoping he gets the hint. He does a bit when he moans out but does nothing else. I slowly turn in his arms, kissing his neck before trailing soft kisses down his chest, down his defined abs, my mouth watering to taste him. My tongue slowly comes out to lick my way down to his stomach, and then I rub my nose back and forth right where the tip of his cock is sitting. My tongue licks the pre-cum as I grab his girth in my hand, my fingers not able to close. He rolls to his back the minute I suck the tip into my mouth.