Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“It’s a nice place. I mean, you still have a house there, right?” Jeff responds.
“We had it sold but the deal fell through. You want to stay there? You’re welcome to it. Callie and I are happy here.”
“Nah. I’m working on a ranch in Dandridge. I’m good. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“You know it. I have a confession,” Reed announces, grabbing our attention.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“The girls sent me over here because they were afraid you two might break out in a fight.”
“You’re like a guard dog?” Jeff laughs.
“Kind of. So, are you about to kill each other yet?”
I look over at my brother and find him staring at me. Slowly both of us smile and for the first time in forever, the tension between us isn’t swallowing up the air in the room.
“We’re cool,” I murmur, taking a drink from my beer. Jeff laughs. “Yeah, we’re cool.”
Reed joins in and some of the anger that I’ve held inside slides away. I look across the yard to find Katie staring at me. I wink at her and love the way the color rises in her face. The smile she gives me warms me all the way through, though. Lennon comes running over and wraps his arms around my legs. I pick him up and he starts talking to Jeff while holding onto me.
This is it. This is what I’ve been missing since leaving Macon years ago.
I’m home.
CHAPTER 14
Jake
“You had a good time tonight,” Katie murmurs as I walk into the room after tucking Lennon in bed for the night. She’s slipping on my T-shirt and as the shirt falls, I get a look at the red lace material of her panties. My fingers itch to take them off—take it all off. We sleep in clothes because of Lennon, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss the way we used to sleep together skin against skin.
I walk straight to her and pull her body back against mine. Her juicy ass nestles against my cock, making me groan as I slide my hands under her shirt to cup her breasts.
“Now that’s a hello,” she whispers. “Is Lennon, okay?”
“He was sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow almost. I barely made it to page three of his book,” I respond, kissing her shoulder.
“I saw the way he loved on you all night.”
“He did, didn’t he?” I respond as she turns in my arms.
Katie’s still a little stiff and has some limitation with motion in her right hip and leg. Still, she’s getting better every day. The doctors are optimistic that she will only have a slight limp once she heals completely. Things are starting to feel almost normal. Although, the doctors haven’t given her the okay to have sex. That means we haven’t gone past hands and mouths with one another. Thank God it’s not just about me these days, but I still bring her to climax slowly and deliberately, letting it unfold slowly so she just concentrates on the pleasure. Still, I want more and if I’m reading her correctly, she does, too.
“Yeah, he really did. I told you he loves you,” she replies, bringing my mind back to our conversation.
I nod. If there’s one small dark spot, it’s that Lennon has never said that to me since finding out the truth. I long for those words from him. I won’t rush it though. I just have to hope that he says them to me one day.
“What about his mother? Does she love me?”
“More every single day,” she breathes, and I capture her lips in a gentle kiss, my eyes closing from the pleasure of having Katie freely loving me again.
“Ditto, baby,” I respond as we break apart—making her laugh.
She made me sit through an old chick flick the other night where the guy never told his woman he loved her. He just kept saying ditto. The male lead dies in it and is a ghost the whole damn movie. It was depressing as fuck. Katie cried and then looked over at me during the glowing part where he leaves to go to heaven and told me this was the best movie ever. Lennon and I looked at each other and told her girls are weird.
She instantly laughs—like I meant for her to. “Jerk,” she giggles.
“Are you worn out?” I ask. It’s been a long day for her. Along with Jeff’s goodbye dinner tonight, she has also been in the shop most of the day. Katie started back two weeks ago and works four days a week. I’m worried she’s doing too much too soon.
“I’m perfect. I’m just tired, but that’s to be expected. How about you? Are you okay knowing your brother is moving to Tennessee?”
“Yeah. He feels it’s something he needs to do, and I understand it. I hate that Jeff sold out, but his land will be here if he wants to come home.”