Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“What kind of story do you want to hear?”
“Any kind. Tell me a story grandma used to tell you.”
My heart soared as I pulled the blankets up over our bodies.
“Well, when I was little, your grandmother used to tell me a story about a little boy who went fishing.”
“Why did he go fishing?” Brody asked.
“Because he enjoyed it of course. Every morning, the little boy went fishing. And every morning, he came back with enough fish to feed his whole family for dinner.”
“How many people did he have to feed?”
“Lots. He had uncles and cousins, brothers and sisters, and all of them would come over to eat his fish.”
“What happened?”
“Well, one day he went fishing and he couldn't catch a thing. It was the first time the little boy ever came back empty handed.”
“Why didn’t he catch any fish?” he asked.
“He didn’t know. And his family was so disappointed. But the boy was determined to catch fish the next day. So, he got up in the morning really early and went fishing again.”
“Did he catch anything?”
“Nope. Not a thing. It went on like that for days. The little boy went three whole weeks without catching any fish, and his family had to eat nothing but peanut butter sandwiches.”
“But I like peanut butter sandwiches.”
“Me, too. But this little boy’s family didn’t. But he refused to give up. The little boy refused to believe that he would never catch any fish ever again. So, every morning, no matter what, he got up and went fishing, day after day, staying his same course. And do you know what happened?”
“What, Dad?”
“The fish started biting again, and he came home with four pails full of fish. Enough to feed his family for days!”
“Wow! Why do you think the fish stopped biting?” he asked.
“No one knows. But the point of the story is this: Never stop what you’re doing because it gets hard or disappointing. In the end, pushing through the hard times is always worth it.”
“That was an awesome story, Dad. Thank you.”
Brody turned over and wrapped his arms around me, and I closed my eyes. I held my son in my arms, feeling his small little lips kiss my cheek. Tears rose to my eyes. I loved this little boy more than life itself, and I knew in that moment that I’d do anything he ever needed. I would run to the ends of the earth to get him what he wanted. And if the moment ever came, I’d give my life for him in a heartbeat.
Anything to make sure he was happy, and healthy, and loved.
“You get some sleep. Okay, Son?” I asked.
“Will you be here in the morning?” he asked.
“I don’t think so, but how about this? When you get up in the morning, have Mom help you give me a call. We can talk while you eat breakfast.”
“Really? Is that okay?”
“Anything’s okay, Brody. You can call me anytime, day or night.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
I hugged him one last time before I slipped out of bed. I tucked him in tight like my father used to do with me. Then I bent over and kissed the top of his head. I drew in a deep breath before I turned out his light, glancing back at him one last time before I walked out of his room and closed his door.
And I ran straight into Ana.
“Oh my—Ana, are you okay?” I asked. I reached out to steady her only to see that she had been crying.
“Ana? What’s wrong?”
Her eyes fluttered up to mine, searching, but I didn’t know what she was looking for. I reached up and brushed her tears away.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
Her skin flushed underneath my touch. Her pupils dilated. I took a step closer to her, my body gravitating into her orbit. Her back hit the wall, and I pressed my body against hers, needing her warmth, needing her scent.
Needing her strength.
“Ana,” I whispered.
Her eyes fell to my lips as our heads moved closer together.
“That was perfect,” she said breathlessly.
And in a heartbeat, our lips connected.
Ana
My door closed with a thud, and I brought my finger to my lips. The two of us could barely keep quiet through our giggles and our laughter. We stripped one another of our clothes, stumbling in our shoes and tripping over our damn feet. I fell into Tyler’s arms before he fell onto my bed, and the giggles that filled my room brought my heart back to life.
“Brody’s going to hear us,” Tyler said, chuckling.
“Then I really should shut you up.”
I crashed my lips to his as our skin connected. His body sank into mine on my bed, his throbbing cock painting my skin with his precum. The moment he kissed me in the hallway, I was done. Gone. Lost in a sea of endless bliss.