Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I give his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m sure he knows you love him.”
We clean up the kitchen together while the lasagna bakes. I tell him about losing my parents and going to live with my Nana. I even mention my twin sister and how she’s a famous supermodel. As soon as I tell him that, I hold my breath. I wait for him to be fascinated and ask me a ton of questions about her.
But he doesn’t.
He just nods and keeps the conversation going, never once expressing any interest in her. I start to relax when I realize this. I was right. He’s into me. Not Zola. Just me, imperfect Zoey.
“So you’re pretty much on your own now,” he says softly when we’re seated at his table. “Who’s watching over you in Charleston?”
“Just Woofer,” I answer.
My dog lifts his head at the mention of his name. But when he sees he’s not getting a treat underneath the table, he goes back to his sweet potato.
I don’t want Brock feeling sorry for me or thinking I need someone to protect me from the big, bad world. “I mean, I see Zola sometimes. She’s busy a lot, traveling from city to city without a lot of downtime. We used to be close.”
He frowns as he takes a sip of his water. “What happened?”
My stomach hurts the way it always does when I think about the past. I rarely talk about this but for some reason, I want Brock to know. “After our high school graduation, I was dating a guy named Colin. I came home early from my shift at the library and caught them together.”
He winces. “Damn. She did that to you?”
“Before that, we’d been thick as thieves. We were planning to attend the same college but after, things just weren’t the same between us. She decided to start modeling. I withdrew from classes and went after my dream of writing romance novels.”
I stare down at my empty plate. I don’t want to see the pity on his face. “You know the worst part? He’d never do anything more than hold my hand. I tried to tell myself he was a gentleman. But then, there he was. Screwing my sister.”
Brock puts his hand over mine. “I’m sorry. You deserve a man that is faithful and has eyes only for you.”
My heart rate speeds up as I admit in a whisper, “I want to find that man.”
He stands from the table and takes me into his arms. “You already have.”
Brock
I carry Zoey up the stairs to my bedroom. The urge to see her hair on my pillow and to have her scent on my sheets is overwhelming me. I need this woman in a way I’ve never needed anyone.
I set her on the edge of my bed and drop to my knees on the carpet in front of her. I remove her canvas sneakers and set them aside. This woman is a beautiful contradiction. She writes dirty romance novels and yet she’s a virgin who’s been hurt by her cheating ex-boyfriend.
Then I join her on the bed and encourage her to stretch out. I press soft kisses to her neck, nuzzling her there. My beard scrapes the tender skin, and she makes a soft sigh. “I like the feeling of being here with you, in your room.”
That’s a good thing. Because I plan to keep her here forever. But instead of telling her that, I reach for the buttons on her white peasant blouse. As soon as I open it, I see her silky white bra. Something about the sight gets to me. It’s so innocent, so pure. Just like my beautiful girl. I promise myself right here that I will take my time with her. I’ll make sure this night is one she remembers for all the best reasons.
I flick the clasp of her bra and I’m treated to the beauty of her full, firm tits. I can’t wait to feel them pressed up against my chest later. But for now, I concentrate on pleasuring them by licking and sucking at her nipples.
“Brock,” she calls my name in breathless anticipation and I realize she’s wrapped her legs around my waist. She’s rocking her empty little core against my bulge but judging from the desperation in her eyes, it’s still not enough.
Damn, I love the way she looks right now. She’s in my bed with her cheeks flushed and her hair messy. Her nipples shine in the light, reminding me of where my lips just were. “You want to come, sweet cheeks?”
She nods and whimpers.
It only takes me a second to help her out of her blue jeans. They quickly join her shoes on the floor.
She’s wearing white tanga panties again and fuck me, it totally works for me. I want to flip her over on her stomach and spank her cute ass. Just to see it pink with my handprint would be a turn-on like nothing else.