Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Shit, I had no idea it would be that way. Maybe something will change,” I reply as we pull into the long driveway of my ranch and see my truck parked in the driveway, albeit a little crooked.
“Damn, I’m lucky she and the truck made it in one piece.” I breathe out.
“She’s a smart cookie, texted when she got here, and Lily’s safe. At the end of the day, that’s all we can ask for. Ready for this?”
“Oh yeah, it’s going to suck no matter what, and I’m sure I’ll have to calm her down some. Give me a few minutes?” I ask, knowing my favors are just stacking up.
“Go on, I have nothing going on tonight.” I nod my head, hop out of the truck, and make my way to my woman. The only thought in my mind is holding her in my arms.
Chapter 18
Lily
I’m pacing the kitchen floors in between pulling out coffee mugs, creamer, and sugar, lost in my own thoughts, when two arms wrap around my waist, halting me from doing anything.
“Thank God you’re home.” My hands hold on to his, my body sinking into his warmth behind me.
“I’ll always come home to you, Lily,” he murmurs in my ear. When he told me Graham would be coming inside, stating we’d both be giving the Sheriff the rundown, I changed into a pair of joggers, a shirt, and found a soft zip-up hoodie of Beau’s. Being surrounded by his scent put my mind at ease, well, a little bit at least.
I spin around in his arms, my head going to his chest, hugging him, not ready to let him go for any amount of time. Beau was smart to tell me to take tomorrow off because there’s no way my eyes will leave him, not for a long while.
“As much as I love having it be just the two of us, Graham is in the truck, and he’s waiting on us. He’s giving us a moment, but honey, it’s getting late as it is.” Beau’s fingertips press against my chin, lifting it up.
“Okay, I really hate having to go over everything, but I guess it’s a must at this point.” My mouth seeks his. It’s soft at first, gentle even, until a moan escapes, then he’s hoisting me up by my hips, plants my ass on the counter, my legs spreading for him to slide in between them. Our kiss never stops, not when my hands delve into his hair, my hips move, and Beau’s hands travel down until both of his thumbs are gliding a sweeping path against my center.
“Christ, I lose my head when I’m with you.” Beau pulls back. One of my hands moves down his body until it cups his cock, causing his hand to press deeper against my center.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I mutter.
“It’s not, but having a boner with my friend over as we tell him about Chad isn’t my idea of a good time.” He takes another step back, running his hand down his face. My jets are cooled now, everything is back on the front burner, so I slide off the counter and tell Beau, “Go grab Graham. I’ll make the coffee and bring it to the kitchen table. I’m assuming he’s like you and takes his black?”
“Yeah, let’s get this shit done and out of the way, then you can meet me in our bed, naked, with the sheets sliding across your skin.” His voice is husky and deep.
“I’ll take you up on that.” I grin at him, then he’s off. Opening and closing the door softly. I put the mugs of coffee on the kitchen counter and then find my bag, pulling out my laptop and the paperwork I’ve kept so Graham will have everything he needs.
I’m walking back towards the kitchen when they come in. Graham’s a good-looking guy, tall, in his Sheriff’s uniform, hat in his hand, a soft smile on his face, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Beau. He never could, not for me at least.
“Lily, hate like hell this is how we’re meeting, but I guess there’s no time like the present.” Graham holds his hand out for me to shake.
“Hey, it’s okay. It probably should have happened well before now. I have all the papers I kept, and then there are records on my laptop I worked on before you got here.” I put everything within his reach as Beau and I go over a few things that have happened since we’ve been together.
“This will work. Can you email all of this to my work email? I’ll print it out that way. Now, here comes the hard part, and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to hear it. From what Beau has mentioned, you’ll definitely be able to get a restraining order against him, which I’m proposing Beau should do as well. This way, nothing backfires, and Chad can’t come back next week without us having everything ready to go.”