Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“My ma used to make this for me when I couldn’t sleep,” he tells me, taking the cup he prepared from the microwave. “It’s pretty much the only thing I know how to cook being as I don’t sleep that well. My mind doesn’t want to shut off when it gets going about things.”
I take the cup from his hand and bring it to my lips. A warm caramel taste fills my mouth.
“Wow. That’s wonderful.”
He leans up against the counter across from me, his hands gripping the edge like he’s trying to keep himself in place.
“What’s your mind going about tonight?” I ask, taking another sip of the comforting drink. I look at him over the rim of the cup. He’s only got on a pair of low-riding pajama bottoms, and it takes everything in me to not run my eyes all over him. Or throw myself at him. ’Cause while he’s said flirty things and implied a few others, he still hasn’t acted on anything. Only a few small touches here and there, nothing more. I’m starting to think I’m going insane.
“I was worried you weren't sleeping all right, wanted to make sure you’re good here.” He pauses for a moment and I see him swallow. “You’re good here, right? You’re not going anywhere?” I can see the tension in his body.
“Blake, I’m perfect. Today was wonderful. I felt a little homesick for a moment, but you and this place wiped that away. This place is more than I could have dreamed of.” I watch the tension leave his body. “You sure I’m not taking up your space or something? I know you might have other things you need to do besides watch over me.”
“There is nowhere else I need to be,” he says, letting go of the counter and standing to his full height. I can tell he wants to say more. I want him to say more, but his jaw is locked.
“Okay. Than that’s settled. I’m staying and I’m good. That mean you can sleep now?” I tease, but I like the idea of him so worried about me leaving it was keeping him from sleeping.
“For tonight,” he replies, taking the cup from me and finishing my drink before putting it in the sink. “I have a feeling I won’t be sleeping tomorrow night for a whole other reason.”
Chapter 7
Blake
I wrap my rough hand around my cock, wishing it was Luciana’s soft hand instead of mine. I start to pump, and it’s almost sad that it only takes three pumps and I’m cumming. I moan out her name, thinking about her on her knees in front of me in the shower. I’d been fantasizing about that image all day.
What it would be like if we were really a couple. We’d spend our days out in the field, and afterwards I’d bring her home and wash every inch of her. Along with her dark, silky locks. Then I’d make love to her in the shower before we made dinner. I’d take her to bed and fuck her until she passed out. Dirtying her up all over again, only to wash her again in the morning to do it all over again. Thoughts like that have been running through my mind all day, and I can’t seem to control them anymore. But maybe it’s because I’ve stopped trying to. Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can last doing this.
Being this close to her is slowly driving me insane. Smelling her, touching her, listening to her laugh and talk. It’s taken everything in me to not grab her and take her to the ground. I feel like one of the wild horses.
After rinsing my release from my body I turn the shower off and step out to dry myself. My cock swiftly comes back to life when I hear Luciana singing in the other room. She does that a lot, I’ve noticed. I close my eyes and listen, wondering what she’s doing right now.
My phone rings, breaking me from the spell. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I walk into my bedroom, grabbing it off my nightstand when I see it’s my brother Ty.
“Hey,” I say placing the phone to my ear.
“Trace canceled all his shit this weekend and was MIA again all day.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. I don’t want to deal with this. I know he’s fine. I saw him last night and it seemed like he wanted to be left alone. Not my job to make sure he’s doing what he needs to be doing.
“Yeah, well, MJ isn’t feeling too good, and Dolly said she had plans, so that leaves you.”
“You try to call him?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” he sighs, and I can hear he’s tired by the tone of his voice.
“All right. I’ll run over there again and check in,” I tell him before saying my goodbyes. I’m sure Ty has his hands full tonight with a sick pregnant wife and a little one. Going to check on my brother should be no big deal. Maybe Luciana can come with me. We can go to town and grab dinner or something.