Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Good feelings made him uncomfortable.
If his hard-on and the smile on his face are any indication, things have changed.
Same, big man.
Same.
Chapter Eight
Chance
Iwatch Sophia pacing around the corners of the room, holding her phone as high in the air as it will go and teasing me with glimpses up beneath the hem of the shirt I lent her as she tries to get a decent signal.
It’s our second morning together, and the soft gray light fills the room. The muffled chattering of the birds and the rush of the surf is our symphony outside.
We’ve christened every surface in the house and most of the walls. I’ve bathed her in my seed and slept with my cock inside her, waking her every few hours to fill her again until she passed out from exhaustion.
We swam and talked. Ate and fucked. She sucked my cock like I gave her a tutorial, and her pussy owns me already. I’ve never felt as at home with anyone, anywhere, as I do with her. She’s magic, and I can never let her leave.
The time has gone too fast, and I know reality is going to come calling.
Her face is creased with concern, and I get it, she thinks her friends will be worried about her. Normally I get good signal here, but the storm must have knocked out the mast the phone company put in at the top of the hill, and who knows when they’ll get to this remote area to fix it.
I can still taste her on my tongue from earlier, her scent drifting to my nostrils, driving me wild.
“Nothing,” she says, sounding frustrated. “Any second I’m going to… Damn it!” She huffs, her shoulders slumping as she looks defeated. “That’s it, the battery’s dead.”
She looks over at me with those pleading eyes, and shit, yeah, I feel guilty. But it’s this or let her leave. Let her go back to her friends, probably out of my life, thinking this was nothing more than a holiday fucking fling.
“Are you on anything?” I blurt out, realizing I forgot to confirm that important detail.
I love you is what I should be saying, but somehow, this is more important right now.
“What?” She twists her lips, squinting one eye. “Like, birth control?”
“Yeah, like birth control.” I grit out the words, irrationally angry just hearing myself say them.
She shakes her head. “No. I said we should use something that first time…” Her mood darkens as she closes her eyes and asks, “Are you sure there’s no way to get back to the hotel? I’m really worried. They’ll think you kidnapped me. My flight is this evening.”
I shake my head as my heart speeds, knowing my baby could be growing inside her right now. “The road’s washed out, baby.”
And they’d be right about that kidnapping part. At least a little.
I’m lying to her. I’m holding her here against her will, knowing that there’s another route out. The back road is hidden from the house, but it leads up over the hill, through the denser trees, and comes out on the main road to the other side of the island. It’s never great, but it’s always passable, even in the worst of storms.
Only, she doesn’t know it’s there, and I’m not going to tell her. Because if I told her, she’d leave, and that’s fucking unacceptable.
“Could you just please go check the road?” she asks, and my stomach lurches with guilt. “Just check. Maybe it’s not that bad? Maybe we could walk some of the way and then—”
“Okay, baby,” I say, reaching out and caressing her face. “I’ll check. You stay here and fix us something amazing to eat. No promises though, okay?”
“Thank you. That’s all I’m asking.”
And I can tell you right now, that road is impassable.
Chapter Nine
Sophia
It’s half an hour since I watched Chance go trudging down the dirt path in his boots and jeans, shirt flapping around his wide chest in the breeze. The fact he hasn’t come back yet isn’t any cause to believe the road is passable. He said it gets washed out further down, in a dip, and from there on there’s no way we’re getting through until the province finally gets the bulldozers out here and fixes it.
And part of me hopes he’s right.
Part of me wants nothing more than to stay here in this amazing house and cook for us both and listen to the sound of the ocean, and yes, have mind-blowing sex in positions I didn’t know were possible with a literal god of a man on the regular.
But I have responsibilities. Sometime, I have to go back to work. People will be worried about where I’ve gone, especially given the circumstances of our departure from the hotel the other night.
Ugh, I just wish there was some way I could resolve this without having to lose either the life I’ve built or the one I could have with Chance. The soreness in my core reminds me that my usually responsible, non-adventurous nature was washed away with the road in the storm.