Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
He was right, though. That wouldn’t work. I had to let go, which was never easy for me.
“I’ll go shopping,” I said. “Or do you need my car?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
I forced myself to get up. I’d already showered, so I just needed to get dressed and actually go.
Go, even though last night I’d been afraid Luke was going to leave and I wouldn’t know if he was safe anymore.
I picked up my phone and texted Sam, asking if she wanted to go.
Sam: I’m unemployed, so I’m still in bed feeling sorry for myself. I get up and move onto feeling sorry for myself while standing up around 10:30 a.m.
Elle: Get your ass up! I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
Sam: Ugh, fine. Our first stop will be Starbucks. Then maybe Costco so I can buy my cat food in bulk.
Elle: See you soon, sunshine.
That night, I was in bed reading a book, my purchases from the day of shopping all put away, when my phone lit up on my nightstand with a text.
Ford: Hey, how are you? How’s Luke?
Elle: Luke is out. I’m trying not to worry about him. I’m good though. I took the day off and went shopping with Sam. How are you?
Ford: Tired but good. We won, so I’m four wins away from having to get waxed from the waist down.
I laughed as I responded.
Elle: What? How did you get yourself into that and more importantly, can I watch that go down?
Ford: My teammates roped me into it. Have you ever been waxed down south?
Elle: Regularly. Hurts like a mother.
Ford: Now I’ll be thinking about that for the rest of the road trip.
Elle: How much it hurts?
Ford: No, you. All smooth and sexy with no one to enjoy it.
Elle: Who says no one enjoys it?
Ford: No one but you better be enjoying it.
My heart rate skyrocketed as I read his words, which made me tingly in places that hadn’t tingled in a very long time.
Elle: Are you always so possessive of your neighbors?
Ford: Just you. I want you. I could be out with teammates now and I could find some other woman to bring back to my room but I’m here alone because you’re the one I want.
I read the text three times, my pulse pounding as I tried to come up with a response.
Ford: Do you want me too? If you say no, I’ll back off and I won’t mention it again.
All the reasons this was a bad idea vanished. I didn’t want him to back off and not mention it again, because this felt too good to deny.
Elle: Yes.
Ford: I fantasize about blindfolding you and eating your pussy until you come on my face, over and over again.
My breath caught. I’d never been with a man who talked dirty, and I liked it. A lot. But I didn’t know what to say in return.
Elle: I’m bad at this.
Ford: Bad at what?
Elle: Being bold. And I guess…dirty.
Ford: Does my fantasy turn you on?
Elle: Yes.
Ford: That’s all I need. Let me be the bold one. I want you to surrender. You don’t need to control anything. You don’t need to reciprocate and make anything equal. Let me make your pussy mine.
Holy shit. Where was the signature line on that offer? Because I was in, with every fiber of my being.
Elle: Okay. You can do whatever you want with me.
Ford: I’m so hard right now. I don’t want our first time coming together to be like this. I’ll be home on Thursday. Can we see each other that night?
Elle: Yes.
Ford: Send me a pic of you right now. Just your face.
Ugh. My hair was down and I had a freshly scrubbed face. I wore reading glasses and a tank top. This wouldn’t be spank bank material. I took a quick selfie and sent it to him.
Ford: Damn, you’re so beautiful.
He sent me a pic of him lying in bed shirtless, dark stubble coating his face. I licked my lips, unable to believe this incredibly sexy man was so taken with me.
Ford: I can’t wait for Thursday. Good night gorgeous.
Elle: Good night.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ford
“Two games away from a silky smooth scrotumus maximus,” Dom said, slapping my back as I stepped off the bus. We’d finally returned from our road trip and I couldn’t wait to see Elle.
“Two wins away,” I clarified.
I was fucking stoked we’d won eight games in a row, but I was dreading the possibility of getting waxed from the waist down, especially when things were going so well with Elle and me. I didn’t want my crotch looking like one of those Sphinx cats.
We had to beat Seattle to make it to a ten-game streak, and they were having a killer season. If we beat them, I’d celebrate with enough whiskey to numb the pain of having my hair ripped out.