Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"It's not safe to be inside without a mask until the soot and smoke damage has been cleared," I offer. "I'm waiting for a call from a company out of Austin that specializes in that kind of stuff. The holidays are delaying everything."
"That's understandable," she says, and I know we're both considering just how weird this conversation is right now.
A minute ago, she was yelling at me and calling me an asshole, and now we're having a civil conversation about home repairs.
"I never should've blamed you for the damage at my house," I say. "I'm well aware whose fault it is. I should've never—"
"What?" she growls, that angry part of her never too far away. "Never should've had sex with me in the first place? It's bad enough that you regret touching me, but don't come to my house just to say it all over again."
There's a hint of vulnerability in her tone, and I don't miss it. I can't really take a minute to evaluate why it makes me feel the need to wrap my arms around her and protect her from the world when I'm the one causing her pain and irritation.
"I never should've said the sex was bad," I say, making her snap her mouth shut before she spits whatever insult she was planning next in my direction. All my attention is drawn to her lips, and I fight a smile, wondering what her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. She shifts on her feet, and I know she's affected by me as well. It takes every ounce of power I have not to pounce on her because I know just how fast this woman's body gets ready to take a thick cock. Her lips form a flat line, making me lift my gaze to hers.
Her eyes narrow as she drills her gaze into mine.
"You've got to be kidding me," she growls.
"What?" I ask, more than a little confused.
"Insult me in front of everyone at the bar and then get so cocky that you think you have a chance to hook up with me again?"
"What?"
"Do you really think my self-esteem is so low that I'd ever—"
"Self-esteem?" I ask, completely confused now. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're looking at me like you want to fuck me, but that only seems to cross your mind when you have no one around to witness you salivating over the thick girl. I know your type, Mac Hammer, and I want no part of it."
I shake my head, wondering what the fuck happened for things to shift in this direction.
I take a step forward, but she takes a step back, a clear sign that she's got no interest in me.
"Riley, I never said—"
"You don't have to say a thing. Your intent is clear in your actions."
"What is happening right now?" I ask.
"Rejection," she says easily. "I know you aren't familiar with it, but this is what it looks like."
I let my eyes scan her body one more time before lifting them to hers, only it seems to make her angrier.
"You're mad that I said what I said at the bar, and I get it, but now you're mad that I apologized, too?"
"I'm mad for letting myself think that you might have been attracted to me."
"Attraction is not the issue," I say, reaching down and gripping my cock.
"We had a deal," she says, some of the anger in her tone dissipating. "One night. No strings."
"I never expected the sex to be so good," I confess, feeling a little vulnerable for saying it out loud.
I seem to be hell-bent on showing all my cards.
"Why not? Because of my size?"
I take a step back, feeling as if she slapped me right across the face, but now it's starting to make sense. She didn't want me to pick her up last week at my house. She mentioned being the thick girl, the very fucking thing that turns me on the most about her.
"You're the perfect size, Riley. Exactly my fucking type."
"In high school—"
"All boys are dumb in high school. Don't hold who I dated against me."
She's still frowning.
"I’m so fucking sorry if you thought for a second that I'm not attracted to you or that I'm in some way trying to sneak around to fuck you because I'm embarrassed about you. That's not the case at all. I don't want people in town whispering about me behind my back."
She licks at her lips, and even with the seriousness of this conversation, my body still feels a certain way about that fucking tongue of hers. As I thought before, the woman has put some kind of curse on me. As I stand right in front of her, the scent of her skin hitting my nose on occasion when it catches on the wind, I can admit that I'm not all that upset about it.