Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
You greedy heifer, you already came like four times, you couldn’t just let me have this one? He came long after me and was very pleased with himself. “Get off me!” With your nasty dick.
“I will when I’m ready.”
Hmph, whatever! By the time he pulled out, half of the Mississippi River flowed out from between my thighs. “Did you piss on me?” He just rolled his eyes and fixed himself, but he was all but smacking his lips while looking at my breasts.
“Take your ass back to work.” I tried covering myself with my arm, which he moved out of his way to get one more nibble on my tit. Then he marked me there, and cooch stretched and yawned like she was looking for seconds.
“How am I supposed to drive around like this?” my poor dress was in tatters. He pulled off his outer shirt then removed the tee-shirt he wore beneath it and pulled it on over my head.
“Wear that, and go home. If you go anywhere else, I promise you will not like the consequences.”
Who told him that I was his child? I don’t even talk to my kids that way. “Getting your ass lit up once didn’t help right. You keep playing.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“Yeah, but you were thinking it. Pain in the ass.”
I looked around for something to throw at him, but he gave me one of his looks, and I calmed down a little. At least I wasn’t as mad as I was when I left the house earlier.
He came home listen to me, like we’ve been in a long-term relationship or something. Anyway, he came home later that evening and went right upstairs to look over the bed, then dropped about ten bags on my floor. “What’s all that?”
“Sheets. Did you throw out the old ones?”
“I forgot.” I didn’t, but I was in the mood for a fight. He eyed me for a minute, then shook his head.
“You did!” I do not like the fact that he knows me so well already. What exactly is his problem anyway?
“You staying here?”
“Where else? Did you eat?”
“I’m not hungry.” Why do I feel like a sullen brat?
He looked me over in the jeans and tee I’d changed into after taking my one-hundredth shower for the day. “Let’s go!”
“Where are we going?” He gave me that look of his, and I just went and got my shoes.
I looked over his head when he lifted me into his truck because I had no intentions of talking to him right now. “I read up on menopause, so I know you’re crazy right now.”
When I tell you, I screeched loud enough to raise the dead ten counties over. I tried jumping back down from the truck, but he wouldn’t move out of my way, and when I tried fighting him, he just held my hands behind my back and let me tire myself out. His words.
“You done? Because I worked all day, and I’m hungry.”
“You didn’t work all day when you had me back there in that field.”
“That was the toughest job of all.”
“Fine, then let me go back inside, and you won’t have to worry about it.”
“Jolene, sweetheart.” He kissed my temple. What game was he playing now?
“What is it?”
“I think I’m head over heels in love with you.”
Not now, cooch, this is not your part of the show. She was throbbing and doing handsprings or some shit while I was trying to get my heart under control.
I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words again in this life, and even if he didn’t mean it or things changed, it was still good to hear and to feel that sweet feeling once again after so many years.
I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest, where his heart was thumping away beneath my ear. It made me feel safe, listening to his heart like that. The mouth could lie, but that heartbeat was a whole other story.
JOLENE
I thought he was taking us to his club, but instead, he took me to some fancy steak house where I was sure they were going to turn us away because we were both underdressed, but instead, they were giving us preferential treatment as soon as we walked in.
“Do you know the owner or something?” I whispered after the hostess walked back to her post.
“You could say that.”
“Well?” He’s so annoying.
“It’s my parents’ place.”
“Your parents own this place? Don’t they have these all over the country?”
“Yeah!” He’s probably some trust fund baby. No wonder he’s so bossy.
“What are you thinking now?”
“What makes you think I’m thinking anything?”
“Because you scowl when your brain is going into overdrive.”
How could he know these things when we’ve just met and Kev… Oh, hell no, I’m not doing this again. I might find myself bent over in a field somewhere so Fred Flintstone can prove he’s the man.