Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
My man.
What a wild fact.
What a wild ride this has been. So fast, so easy, as if we were meant to endure the distance between us, so we could end up right here, right now.
Each of us stronger and ready for what the world offers with age, because really, what could seventeen-year-old me do for twenty-one-year-old him?
The bathroom door creaks open, and Crew walks in, a tray of deliciousness in his hands.
“What did you do?” I eye him suspiciously, stretching my neck as he bends. “Pancakes?” I squeal.
“With strawberries and whipped cream.”
I sit up, opening my mouth instantly, and Crew laughs, sliding a forkful past my lips. Moaning around the fork, I close my eyes a brief moment. “So good.”
Crew grins, seemingly proud of himself, and I reach out, skating my wet fingertips over the sides of his freshly cut hair.
“You know you don’t have to do all this kind of stuff for me.” When creases form along his forehead, I lift a single shoulder in a small shrug. “The office at the bar, the fresh stack of my favorite frozen pizzas in the freezer, all this, this morning.”
He scowls down at me. “Let me spoil you.”
A soft chuckle leaves me, and I shift in the water, leaning my arms on the edge of the tub, and accept another bite. Swallowing, I add, “I just want you to know you don’t have to.”
“I avoided you for years because I was afraid of what I might do, but I’m pretty sure it would have looked a lot like the night I dragged you from the bar. You tossed over my shoulder, me going fucking crazy with your pussy so close to my face, I was tempted to take it right then. Now that I can, now that you’re mine, I want to do all the things I didn’t get to think of because I was too busy trying not to claim you for myself.” He dips close, glaring. “So let me.”
My skin heats, an entirely different kind of excitement flittering through me, but amusement is trickled in with it. “You’re cute when you go caveman.”
“I want to fuck you like a caveman, so hurry up and eat, so I can.”
I open my mouth, and he chuckles, obliging me with a mouthful.
We chat about the data I’ve found in all the old files thus far, and I share with him the next step in my and Layla’s plan to get the ball rolling on her and Willie’s new adventure—we’re supposed to go to their house tomorrow afternoon. He also tells me how his crew is happy with the produce they’ve been sampling each night from the three merchants we narrowed our search down to.
We make plans to take a trip to the cabins my parents used to take us to before summer is over, and I convince him that the Chevy needs to be driven at least twice a week to keep the engine healthy, which he literally knows is a load of crap, but he relents easy enough, eager to drive it, but unwilling to admit as much, considering I pimped him out and used it as payment.
In time, I tell myself with a grin.
It’s not long after that the plate is wiped clean, Crew sharing the sweet, both literally and figuratively, meal with me, but when I climb out, stepping into my room, he doesn’t allow me to open my dresser drawer, but slides up behind me, cupping my bare breasts in his large, calloused hands.
My head falls back onto his shoulder, and he kisses my temple.
“Is it playtime now?”
His lips curve against their place on my skin. “It is. And later, I want to take you to dinner.”
“Mm, that sounds nice.”
He palms me a little rougher, spreading his fingers wider, so he can wedge my nipples between his knuckles for a long, tight squeeze. “Is there anything new you want to try?”
“Yes.”
Crew freezes, slowly shifting his upper body until his gaze can possess mine. “That was quick,” he accuses, eyes narrowing. “You’ve thought of something you want to do and held it back?”
“I wasn’t sure—”
“No,” he cuts me off with his sharp word and the shake of his head. “Consider me your guinea pig, test dummy, personal fucking blow-up doll. Robot, even. You want, you don’t wait, don’t hesitate, don’t ask. You take, and believe I’ll be ready to give.”
Heat whirls in my core, and I nod.
My submission is all he wanted, as the grin that follows is far too mischievous. He jerks forward, nudging my legs open in the same motion, and I’m forced to lean, catching myself with my palms on the top of my dresser.
His hand is between my legs from behind in an instant, his fingers teasing at my opening. “What is this… naughty thought my baby had, hmm?”