Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“You okay, lil’ mint?” I ask her, running my knuckles down her pool-water frizzy hair, then reaching over and pinching her chin as she crinkles her nose.
“Yes. I feel grrrrreeeeeat! Like Tony the Tiger says.” She chirps, then reaches up and strokes my forearm, a fierce flicker in her eyes. “And you feel pretty great too.”
After triage last night, then scans and tests, I noticed she was acting…different. The shy insecurity she usually carries was replaced by a playful flirtation. A sassy, sexy new Mina emerged, and I’ve been trying to catch up ever since.
“Jackson.” She says my name like it tastes really fucking good and I could beat off just thinking of it for the next fifty years. “Jack’s son. Son of Jack.”
“The doctor says you’ll be fine. We’re going to get you home.”
“Tell me again, who you are? To me, I mean. Who are you to me? And, while you’re at it, who am I? I’ve lost my memory, right?”
God, don’t make me say it again. I’m already going to hell.
“I told you, baby,” I murmur, returning to stroking her hair, imagining threading my fingers through it, tugging it backwards as I ruin her with every dripping inch of my virgin dick.
When she got the all clear last night, I was so fucking relieved. She reached for my hand as I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, humming her favorite song from when we were little…
I’m a little tea pot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
I brushed her cheek with my fingers, praying for her to be okay.
“Who are you?” She whispered. “You’re hot and I know you. I know I love you. But, I don’t know who you are…”
I didn’t think, the words spilled out before I could stop myself. “I’m your boyfriend, lil’ mint.”
I shouldn’t have.
I should take it back.
I should fix it right now.
But I don’t want to.
“You’re my boyfriend,” she sing-songs, bobbing her head back and forth like a six-year-old who just won the biggest teddy bear at the county fair. “Jack’s my boyfriend,” she announces, pointing toward my head as a nurse steps through the door, smiling, offering me a shrug.
Mina’s never called me Jack before. I like it but I have something else she’s going to be calling me as soon as I get her home.
“You guys all set? Valet has your car at the front door, Mr. Sanders.”
“Mister Sanders,” Mina says, grinning, then lowering her voice just for me. “One day maybe I’ll be Mrs. Sanders? Wait, what is my last name?”
Again, I don’t think, I just answer with the first thing that comes to mind. “Miller. Mina Miller is your name.”
The nurse furrows her brow, but thankfully doesn’t correct me. “I have her wheelchair here to take her downstairs.”
“I’ll push her,” I snap, dismissing the nurse with a nod. I don’t want anyone else near Mina right now. It’s just us, our parents are halfway around the fucking world, we’re in our own little fantasy bubble and yes, it’s fucking wrong, but I’m going to ride this wave straight into Satan’s kitchen.
God, I would have died for her before, but now? I’d kill for her. Every-fucking-one.
She’s still my Mina but so fucking extra. Her exotic-green eyes and her soft little heart. She’s different but somehow, even more vulnerable than before, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I guard her with everything I have.
She practically jumped in my lap when we got in the car, as the warm orange sun made fire on the horizon. I gathered my strength and buckled her playful ass in and tried to figure out how I was going to make this all come out okay.
I held her hand, kissed every knuckle and damn near lost my mind tasting her skin. She fired off questions about how we met, where was our first kiss, our first date, our last date and on and on. I answered every question, lying my fucking ass off, letting all my fantasies fly high. All the things I’d always hoped for. Wished for. I told the stories and felt like they were true.
Wrong? Who the fuck cares. I’ve always gone after what I wanted with a single-minded focus. Except when it came to Mina, but only because she was off limits.
Somehow, those limits have disappeared and the damn floodgates are open.
“Wow, this is nice.” She bites her lip as we pull into the driveway of the house, breaking my train of thought.
Yeah, it’s nice but it’s nothing like our old place. Mina and Jennifer, my stepmother, don’t know everything that’s going on with Dad and the finances. Something he dumped on me at Mina’s graduation.
He’s in the deep end of a financial shit storm. He wanted me to get through my last season before he told me, but fuck. More than ever I need to go first pick in the draft and he’s pushing me to sign with The Breckenridge Group. Old money Harbor Shores Harson Hilton is majority owner of the agency and it’s the bait on the hook that he will bail out my father if I just play ball.