Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck.
And then he was cumming, his powerful body shuddering, as her name rolled silently down his tongue.
Sarah.
DAMIAN'S PHONE STARTED ringing as soon as he was out of the locker room, and he swore under his breath when he saw Josiah's name flash on its screen. He reluctantly answered the call, and as expected, he didn't even get a single word in with his father immediately going off on a rant.
"What the hell are you doing there? You should be here with us, your family!"
"Someone has to remain an adult," Damian mocked, "since you've opted to play hookie—-"
"Bullshit," Josiah growled.
"Careful, Father. Remember you've already been diagnosed of being hypertensive—-"
Josiah rudely cut his son off, demanding, "Do you know that she's going out for a ride with Colton today?"
Damian's grip on his phone involuntarily tightened, but his voice remained coldly indifferent when he spoke again. "I see nothing wrong with that—-"
"Keep talking like that," Josiah warned, "and you'll soon hurt her past what she can endure."
And did Josiah really think he didn't know that?
Damian threw himself at work for the rest of the morning, but by the time his PA came in to ask him about lunch, he had already risen to his feet and heard himself say, "I'm heading back to the ranch. If it isn't life and death, don't call or it's someone's job on the line."
The drive back to the family ranch from Jackson Hole usually took an hour and a half, but Damian had shaved off a good number of minutes from this by swapping the SUV he normally drove for a sports car he had revamped for off-road use.
A ranch hand saw him coming and immediately pointed towards one of the trails leading to the river bank. "I saw Ms. Clarke head that way."
Damian got out of the car with a frown. He hadn't asked a single thing yet, dammit. So why the hell was Greg assuming he was looking for Sarah?
"Shall I drive your car back to the garage, Mr. Fox?" Greg's tone was hopeful. It had just occurred to him that now was his only chance to drive the billionaire's sports car, whose rigged performance and looks had it featured in numerous automobile magazines. And to further improve his chances, he then quickly added, "If you set off now, sir, you could still probably catch up with Ms. Clarke and Mr. Moore."
AFTER GIVING RAINBOW a quick, affectionate pat on its head, Sarah left her horse to graze at its leisure while walking back to where Colton was seated by the riverbank. Tall, blond, and boyishly good-looking, he also had the fortune of possessing incredibly wealthy parents and an assured future as a NFL quarterback. While most women would've killed to be in a relationship with him, his current companion unfortunately wasn't one of them.
"You're looking prettier every time I see you, Sarah Bear." Any compliment from him was usually enough to have girls swooning on his feet, but this time it only had the girl seated a good three feet away from him rolling her eyes.
"Drop the act, Moore," Sarah retorted, "and for the nth time, will you please stop calling me that? You know how Damian hates it—-"
"He isn't even here to hear it," Colton protested.
"It doesn't matter," Sarah said stubbornly.
"I really gotta hand it to you, Ms. Clarke. Your loyalty knows no bounds."
"Stop pretending to be jealous," Sarah said with a snort. "We both know you only think you want me because I'm the only girl in town you haven't gotten to bed."
"One of these days," Colton threatened, "I'm going to make you fall for me—-"
"When pigs fly—-Colton!" She sputtered in a mixture of indignation and laughter when Colton, who was typically known as the gentlemanly type, actually threw his empty can of soda at her. "Jerk!"
Almost one hour later, and Colton was half-bored, half-annoyed as he was forced to listen to Sarah worry over her stepbrother's actions.
"I know Damian's read my messages, Colt," Sarah was sharing unhappily, "but he hasn't replied to any of them."
And so it continued, with Colton making sure to grunt, nod, or shake his head whenever Sarah required a response. It had been this way between them for over three years now...and counting.
Colton could still remember the night they had first met, and Sarah had come crashing into his life, literally. He had taken one look and had fallen for her like a ton of bricks while Sarah, on the other hand, even at that time, had only eyes for Damian.
The next time they met, it had been at Josiah and Naomi's reception, and Colton had been overjoyed when he found out she was going to live next door. He had asked her to dance the first chance he got and invited her to go clubbing, thinking it would be smooth sailing from there on. But instead she had shaken her head at him with a sheepish smile. 'I'm sorry. I'm already in love with someone else.' Her gaze had swung away from him as she spoke, and following her line of sight, it was then he had come to realize his rival was none other than Sarah's own stepbrother.