Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My heart takes flight. “I like the sound of that.”
We climb out of bed and get dressed, all while being lectured through the door by Walt’s son. Then Walt takes my hand and we walk quietly through the adjoining door, stopping at the main entrance to my room. Walt kisses me, pulls back with a groan and soundlessly counts to three. We burst out of the room and run down the corridor laughing, throwing ourselves into the elevator and hitting the lobby button to take us away.
Away from intrusion of anything or anyone.
Just us.
10
Walt
Coco makes me feel like I’m back in my twenties.
I’m free of the stress that has been plaguing me almost my entire life.
The tightness in my chest is gone. I’m smiling and can’t seem to stop.
Both of us turn off our phones and I take her out for dinner at some vegan joint about ten miles from the reunion hotel. We go walking on the beach and make out while the surf bubbles around our ankles. I’ve got wood about a mile high by the time we head back toward my car, her fingers linked with mine. Her tits are jiggling around so temptingly inside the neckline of her dress, I’m not sure I’ll make it back to the vehicle without sucking them, getting my fingers inside of her perfect ten of a pussy.
Lord, I am so infatuated by this girl, I can hardly breathe. For damn sure, I can’t stop staring at her, wanting to know every thought in her head, every like and dislike. I want to know her inside and out so I can anticipate her needs down to the fucking second.
She’s my purpose now. She’s my life.
Suddenly I can’t wait to live the rest of it.
Before we can reach my car, we stop at the edge of the water again, as if we can’t stand to let the perfect moment end. I pull her back to my chest and kiss her neck, noticing her brow is furrowed as she looks out at the horizon. “What are you worrying about, Coco?”
“It’s nothing,” she murmurs after a second.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder. Hard enough to make her moan, push that hot tush back into my lap. Already struggling to get a decent lungful of air, I gather the sides of her dress in my hands and yank her back more securely against me. “I thought we established that I’d be making you happy. I can’t do that unless I know what’s on your mind.”
She nods after a second, but doesn’t speak right away.
“Are you worried about how Wanda is going to react to us?”
Coco inclines her head slightly. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about that. I’m really hoping she’ll listen to me and try to understand.” She wets her lips, which are indented with teeth marks. Mine. “Mostly I’m wondering how…h-how we’ll continue to see each other when I live in New York and you’re in DC.”
“Do you want to stay in New York?”
She mulls it over. “Yes. At least until I graduate next year.”
“Then I’ll move to New York.”
Is she holding her breath as she looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes? “Simple as that?”
“Simple as that. What else are you worried about?”
“Well.” She giggles a little, the color beginning to return to her cheeks. “I worry you will regret tying yourself to a broke student.” The amusement fades and leaves her vulnerable. “I worry you’ll…I worry…”
“That I’ll abandon you like your parents. Like your father.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
My protectiveness of this girl roars in my middle, winding my muscles up like yarn around a fist. “If you think I could let you go, you’re flat out mistaken. You won’t spend a single day without me, Coco.” I turn her around to face me, stroking my palm down her soft, long hair. “Not as long as I live.”
“I guess I have some abandonment issues. I never realized how deep they run. Not until I met someone I…need so badly to feel normal. Someone I…”
I press my thumb into the center of her bottom lip, enjoying the acceleration of her inhales and exhales. “You can say ‘love,’ angel. You can say it.” I trace the inner seam of her lower lip with my tongue, her flavor making my cock throb hungrily in my briefs. “I’m a grown man, not a child. I won’t run. I don’t want to.” I remove my touch from her lips and take hold of her ass, using my grip to pull her closer, up onto her toes where her curves mold to my muscle. “Besides, I come with my own set of issues.”
“Like what?” she asks softly, wrapping one of her legs around my hips.
My throat turns scratchy. “I’ve seen forty years of combat, Coco. It’s all locked up tight in my head. So deep I don’t even know how to access it.”