Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“How’d you get home?” I use my arms to push up from the couch. Josie is standing off to my side, and my hand reaches around her body, maneuvering her until she’s in my lap.
“Raquel. We talked, she cried, vented, then cried some more. Then anger came, and she called her sister, who lives a few hours north. Raquel is currently on her way and dropped us off here.” There’s a worry in her tone. Josie’s lower lip is swollen, probably from chewing on it.
“We’re heading home. It’s late. You guys have some talking to do, and we do as well.” Cooper is already standing up, arm wrapped around Gia’s lower back.
“I’ll walk you out.”
“No need. We’ll talk later, yeah?” I nod in his direction. Gia gives us a finger wave. Both women look about as tired as I feel, dead on their feet and like they’ve been put through the wringer. Goddamn my son and his bullshit.
“We will. Thanks for coming around.” Cooper and Gia head out the door. My arm wraps around Josie’s middle, pulling her back. She kicks off her flip flops, moves in a way that has her legs stretched out on the couch, snuggling deeper into my body. We stay silent, me waiting for the door to open and then close, Josie because, well, I’m not really sure. All I know is she notches her head into the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath.
“Babe, you okay?” She settles in further, blowing a breath of air across my collarbone but continuing her silence. I’m about to do something about it, mainly move us. Josie could be flat on her back, legs spread, and my hips wedged between in a matter of moments, then I’d at least get her eyes.
“Yeah, I am,” she finally responds. Her fingers trace random patterns along my chest. “It was hard, you know, and I felt bad because we all knew. Raquel was none the wiser. She should have placed the blame on us, outsiders that we are but still close enough for you and Gia to be her family. She didn’t, though. Instead, she said she got it. If roles were reversed, she’d do the same, and well, that really sucked, Trace.”
“I imagine it did. Thank you for taking care of her all the same. Raquel getting away for a while is probably smart. I’ll be sure to send her a text to make sure she arrived at her sister’s.” I kiss her forehead.
“That’s probably not a good idea. But I think she’d rather hear from me than a Gaines man right about now. Raquel is on a hating men kick.” She sits up and places one knee on either side of my hips, settling her center over my lap. It doesn’t matter the situation, my cock takes that as a sign to perk right up. Fuck, he does it anytime Josie is nearby.
“Alright, you text her. Like you in my jacket, Josie. I like it a lot.” Changing subjects seems like a good idea right about now, take some of the heaviness out of the air.
“I didn’t mean to steal it.” I arch an eyebrow, a tilt of my lips rising upwards. “Really, it’s the truth. When I was running out of your house, my jacket must have been on top of yours. I grabbed both and left as fast as I could.”
“And you kept it all this time. That means something, babe. It means a whole fucking lot.” Her blue eyes give her away, as well as the way she lowers her body on mine, rubbing her sweet little pussy along the length of my cock. My hands trail along the outsides of her thighs. The fabric of her shorts are loose, allowing me to cup the cheeks of her ass, fingers pressing in deeper, feeling the wicked heat of her center searing my digits. It makes me harder, and I already know how we’re going to end our night.
“Yeah, it does,” she finally admits. This time, it’s her who goes after my lips. The minute they land on mine, I take over, my tongue sliding inside. Hers seek to wrap around mine, each smooth stroke of our kiss. I do the same with her body. She arches her back, trying to rub her nipples against my chest, her fingers gripping my hair with each back and forth movement of her hips, and I do my best to give her exactly what we both want—her coming, repeatedly.
29
JOSIE
“Wow, you work really fast once the countertops are in, or is that because I’m sleeping with the owner?” I tease Trace. It’s been a few days since shit went sideways. There’s a lingering sadness surrounding us. Wes has gone missing in action, not returning anyone’s calls or texts. Trace is refusing to reach out, which I can’t say I blame him, but maybe that’s not right either. I know one thing: it’s not my place to give unsolicited advice. Trace hasn’t said as much to me; it’s more like a gut feeling and one I’m going with. I’ve never been in his shoes, as I’m not a parent yet, or who knows if that’s even a possibility. We’ve yet to have the conversation of where our relationship is going. All I’m sure about is that I want this, us.