Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Making my way into the kitchen, I pull open the fridge and see a stack of containers that I’m pretty damn sure are not mine. I grab one and pull off the lid. My mouth waters when I see roast, potatoes, and carrots. I thought all I wanted was a shower and sleep, but this home-cooked meal is calling to me.
In the dark, with only the moonlight lighting my way, I pop it into the microwave and pull it out before it beeps. I’ll eat it half cold at this point. I just want some food in my belly, that hot shower I’ve been dreaming about, and my bed.
I scarf down the food, then place the dirty container in the sink where I can deal with it tomorrow. Shuffling down the hall, I push open my bedroom door and immediately freeze. I blink hard once, twice, three times, making sure my mind’s not playing tricks on me.
The moonlight shines in through the blinds, and lying in my bed, with her hair splayed out on the pillow, is Jordyn. She’s sound asleep, clutching my pillow to her chest. I’m not gonna lie. My throat swells with emotion. I’ve fucking missed her so much, and I hated canceling on her last night.
But my girl, she’s here. She’s where she belongs—safe in our bed. I told her if she needed me to come here anytime. I don’t know how she got away, but she’s here, and all I want to do is curl my body around hers and sleep for a week.
Okay, maybe I want to do more than that, but I need a solid eight hours to recharge before I can even think about ravishing her like she deserves to be ravished. And a shower. My rank ass can’t slide into bed next to her, smelling like sweat.
Slipping back out of the room, I make my way down the hall to the second bathroom. It’s a guest bathroom, but it still has everything I’ll need since my brothers use it when they stay over. They don’t do that as often now that all but the twins and me are married, but I’ll forever keep it stocked for them.
That’s what brothers do.
As quietly as I can, I close the door and rush through a shower. It’s probably the quickest of my life. I have a bed and my girl as motivation. Right now I want them both in equal measure. That’s saying something for how exhausted I am. I never imagined I’d ever want anything as much as I want Jordyn.
Shutting off the light, I walk my naked ass back to my bedroom. I’m light on my feet, careful not to wake her. However, as I reach my side of the bed and slide beneath the covers next to her, she bolts up in bed and clutches her hand to her chest.
“Ry?”
“Yeah, sweets, it’s me.” I pull her back down and into my arms. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
“I would have been mad if you didn’t.”
“I was trying to be quiet.”
She turns over so that we’re lying face-to-face. She runs her fingers through my wet hair. “I’m sure you’re drained.”
“I was until I saw this beauty in my bed. I thought I was imagining you. I had to blink a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.”
She giggles softly, and my heart squeezes in my chest. I want to live the rest of my life making this woman happy.
“Are you hungry? I made a roast.”
“That was you? I smelled it as soon as I walked into the house. I ate some already. It was delicious.” I lean in for a kiss. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to do something nice for you.” She runs her hands over my bare chest. “Is it okay that I’m here?”
“Yes. Always. Think of this as your home, Jordyn.”
“I cleaned and did some laundry and bought some groceries. Just trying to stay busy while missing you.”
“You’re spoiling me, sweets.”
“Good. I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“No.” My voice is firm, more than it needs to be, but I need her to understand. “Stop with that. Please,” I say, softening my tone. “You had good intentions, and that’s all in the past.”
“We’re still dealing with it.”
“In the present.” I lean in and kiss her again, sliding my hand behind her neck and guiding her lips to mine. I kiss her like I’ve been dying to do since the last time I laid eyes on her.
When I have to come up for air, I let my hands roam over her body. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts, and fuck me, my cock turns hard as steel.
“The guilt is a heavy burden that rests on my chest. Maybe it’s because we’re still battling my mother, even though she doesn’t know. I’m being pulled in two different directions, and it’s hard to let everything stay in the past when I’m living it.”