Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"I love when you suck me," The deep, breathiness of his voice sends tingles up and down my spine as he thrusts his salty crown against the back of my throat. I wrap my hand around him and grip his hot velvety flesh in unison with my mouth, sucking him harder as I pull my mouth to the tip and then plunge back down on him, quickening the pace as I feel him growing harder and throbbing against my tongue. His hand fists my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him as he drives into my mouth and then stops with a deep moan, his hot liquid spurting down my throat. Swallowing, I stare up at him. He looks completely content and sated with his hair hanging down over his face, eyes closed, as he catches his breath, his hand caressing my cheek.
"You just wrecked me," he finally says.
"I hope that's good?" I slowly stand and lean back against the wall where he originally had me, and he leans down for a long, slow kiss that takes my breath away. His hands sink to my hips as he settles his body between my legs.
"It's beyond good," He sucks my bottom lip between his and gently bites. "Now I need more."
We move to the bedroom where he makes love to me to the point of total exhaustion. After a nap, he sits up in bed shirtless and plays his acoustic guitar while I lay with my head on his thigh and listen in woozy bliss. He's been playing a lot since the accident, and I love that it seems to be therapeutic for him now rather than a bitter pill he was forced to swallow years ago.
He plays the ballad he played a few weeks ago at the bonfire, and while he doesn't sing, I know the lyrics by heart.
I wanted your smile to be for me
I watched you from afar for so long
And finally when I had you in my reach
You got stolen away, right in front of me
"You wrote that song, right?" I ask.
He nods. "I did. In high school. Asher tweaked it a little, of course."
"Is it about someone?" Curiosity about the song has been on my mind for a while, and I want to hear the story behind it if there is one.
He chews the inside of his cheek and then looks down at me laying on his lap. "It sorta is. Or was at the time, I should say."
"Can you tell me who? It's kinda sad."
"Do you really want to know, Kenz?"
A twitch of fear burns in my stomach, but I nod anyway. "Yes."
His dark eyes settle on mine and he lets out a small sigh. "It was about your mother."
I pick my head up off his leg and stare at him. "My mother?" I repeat. "I don't understand. Did you write it for my Dad?"
He lays the guitar on the floor next to the bed. "No. I wrote it for me."
My mind starts to spin around with the rest of the lyrics of the song, about regrets, betrayal, and a love that never came to be.
I give my head a little shake. "I'm confused. You were with my mom?" My voice has taken on a waver that I don't like. I've just stepped into territory I had no idea I was walking into and now I wish I hadn't.
"No. Never. But I liked her first. She was new to town and it took me a long time to get up the guts to talk to her. At the time I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I know it's hard to believe now but I was really shy when I was young."
Swallowing hard, I touch his arm. "I never knew that."
"Yeah, I had asked her if I could walk her home, and we stopped at the park to get to know each other a little more, and I was just about to ask her out on a date when your dad showed up. The rest, as they say, is history."
"What do you mean?"
"He just swooped in and I was instantly forgotten about. And that's it. I went home and left them there, and they've been together ever since."
A strange, sick feeling washes over me. I feel like I stepped in something wet and squishy while barefoot and have no idea what it is, and I'm afraid to look.
"So you had, what? A crush on my mother?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"How come you never told me this?"
"What's there to tell?"
"A lot, Tor. It's my mother for God's sake."
He sits up and frowns at me. "Why are you getting upset?"
"Because it's my mother. I feel weird. I had no idea you had a thing for her."
"Kenzi, I was fifteen years old. We were just kids."