Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
She kisses me deeper, and her hands find their way into my hair. Her hips vibrate with need, pulsing her body against my still-clothed but hard-as-steel cock in rhythmic, needy waves. All the while, her tongue plays an erotic game of tug-of-war with mine.
Stop. This. Now.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, still kissing her, and I’m not sure if it’s more for her or for me.
“I know,” she whispers back, her persistent lips still working against mine. “We should stop.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
We don’t stop. If anything, it feels a lot like we’re only getting closer to me ripping her fucking panties off and sliding my cock inside her.
Oh, what you’d give right now to be able to fill her with your come. To be able to slide yourself inside her, as far as you can go, and stay there until you feel her climax wet your dick.
“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!” A completely unfamiliar voice fills my ears, startling both me and Norah to finally fucking stop. In an instant we go from melded-together-like-a-second-skin to junior-high-dance-appropriate distance from each other.
I look down the dark hall, back toward the bar, to find Sheila, Marty Higgins’s wife, standing there with big eyes. “I didn’t see anything, I swear!” Promptly, she covers both eyes with her hands, adding, “I’m… Yeah… Sorry,” before hurriedly spinning on her heels and heading back to where the crowd imbibes booze.
So much for getting some control.
Norah’s cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from kissing. She nervously clears her throat and runs her hands down the front of her dress. “I…I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll…uh…I’ll see you…later,” she whispers before scooting herself the rest of the way down the hall and through the door labeled Ladies.
Time to get the fuck out of here.
I run a hand through my hair before I head back to the bar to close out my tab.
I knew it wasn’t a good idea to come here in the first place, and after witnessing Norah get cozy with Farmer Tad before kissing her—again—near the fucking bathrooms, it’s even worse than before.
Clearly, I can’t be trusted around her right now. And there’s no way I can get her warm brown eyes and wild hair out of my mind if I’m staring at them.
Clay approaches from the other side of the bar and stops directly in front of me. “So…quick question…” He pauses, and I don’t like the sly smile on his lips one bit. “Anything interesting happen back there?”
On a sigh, I look down the bar and find Sheila standing by Marty. The instant we make eye contact, her eyes snap away from me like a kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I should’ve known.
Eyes back to Clay, I see him offer one amused shrug of his shoulder. “Small-town news travels faster than diarrhea leaving a clenched asshole.”
Ain’t that the truth.
“So…” he continues, waggling his eyebrows like a fucking fool. “Is small-town news correct?”
“Don’t start with me, man,” I say, refusing to have the conversation the nosy prick would love to have right now. “I’m heading out.” I lay a hundred-dollar bill down on the bar to cover my tab.
“Nope.” He shakes his head and pushes it back toward me. “This one’s on me. I got this bottle just for us, and I owe you for a million and one favors anyway.”
“Thanks, Clay.”
I turn to leave, but the sound of his voice and his hand on my elbow stop me.
“Do you… Have you ever heard anyone talk about Jezzy?”
“Who?” I ask, wondering what the fuck Clay is on about and why he feels the need to get it off his chest now, when I very clearly need to get the hell out of here.
“Jezzy Ellis. Josie and Norah’s baby sister.”
I should be pissed at him for trying to keep the one woman I’m trying not to think about front and center in my mind, but instead, I’m too intrigued not to respond. “They’ve got another one?”
“Nah. She died when they were kids.” Clay shakes his head and purses his lips. “Legend is, their mama left her in the bathtub by herself while their daddy was out of town.”
“The fuck? You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
“Well, the thing is, it’s only legend. Autopsy was inconclusive and their mother was never charged, but I know from Josie tellin’ it, that’s probably what happened. They left town when their dad Danny died because there was no more shield against her being a town pariah.”
“Damn. No wonder Josie cut ties with that woman as soon as she could.”
“Tell me about it,” he comments with a frown. “The point of me telling you this is because Norah didn’t cut ties with their mother, not back then anyway. And the way I hear it, no one knows the whole story now. Not even Norah.”