Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I have.” His eyes are dark, hopeful, and while I want to agree immediately, I know I need to think this through.
I press my fingers into my temples. “This is a lot.”
“It is, and I know I’m asking for more than I should. But if you could help me with this, I promise I’ll do anything you want.”
I’m sure he didn’t mean to make that sound so sexual, but it sure did. I clear my throat, trying to focus on what he is asking instead of my raging hormones. “I don’t know, Coleson.”
“I understand,” he says softly, and I can see the tension in his jaw. “How about you think about it for the next couple days, and you let me take you hiking this weekend. We can talk about it more, and I can answer any questions you have.”
I’d rather not hike, but I do like the idea of thinking about it a bit. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Awkward silence stretches between us. Between my almost dying and his request for marriage, it’s easy to say this date hasn’t been what I thought it would be. When he runs his hand over his mouth, I look up, and he gives me a wry smile. “I killed the mood, huh?”
I smile softly. “I think I did that first by choking on the cake.”
He grins. “I thought that was the highlight.”
The heat in his eyes reminds me that he saw my boobs, and a deep flush creeps up my neck. “I can’t believe my boobs popped out.”
He laughs. “I was determined not to let you die.”
“Yeah, because you need a wife.”
“Exactly,” he agrees with a wink, and I laugh with him. It’s easy and carefree. I like the laughter. I like how it makes me feel. “Can I walk you home?”
“I’d like that.”
He gets up first, and I take the hand he offers. He tucks it into the crook of his arm, and together, we head to the hall that leads to the alley entrance. We walk in silence, the coolness of the air a bite against my bare skin. I’m thankful he’s so big and blocks a lot of the breeze, but the shop isn’t far. My mind is reeling, and even though I knew it was only a short walk, I am sad when we reach the door. I go to look at Coleson, but he takes my hand and brings it to his lips. I watch his lips curve around my knuckles in a sultry way before he meets my gaze. “I had a great time.”
“I did too,” I admit. “Minus all the choking, exposed boobs, and marriage talk.”
He winks. “Those were my favorite parts.”
I snicker as he steps closer, and I hadn’t realized my hand was still in his. He brings it against his chest, and I can feel his heart pounding against my palm. “I’ll pick you up at six a.m. on Saturday.”
“Ew, why so early?” I gasp, and he chuckles.
“The bears are out that early, and I figure we need a good run,” he says with another wink. Before I can reply or even protest, he leans in, his lips capturing mine. I don’t know how he does it so smoothly since he has to bend to get to me, but soon, I’m not thinking of anything but his lips crushing mine. They’re so soft, so inviting, and when he pulls away, I follow for more. His chuckle is deep, rough, and has me squeezing my thighs tightly.
“A reason to show up at six a.m.”
Unsteady, I open my eyes to find him walking away, one hand tucked into his pocket, while he runs the other one through his hair. I lean into the back door, breathless, heart pounding, and pussy whining for him, as I realize one thing.
I’m going on a hike at six a.m. on Saturday.
CHAPTER 11
Coleson
I don’t really remember what happens over the next few days, but I do remember the way McDavid felt in my arms.
I’ve done nothing but think of her lips pressed to mine. Of my arms wrapped around her waist. Her tits when they made their grand entrance. Of the chemistry that burned between us as we ate and had our first date. A date that ended with a hell of a kiss but also with a load of questions.
As I expected when I left her at her door, she avoided me like the plague for the next few days. How I know this is because she DoorDashed her drink to herself every day. I would have walked down and delivered it to call her on her shit, but I didn’t. I figured she needed time. Space between us. As much as I don’t want to give it to her, I understand.
I’m asking for her to be tied to me for a year.