Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97409 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97409 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Thank you for not being a serial killer and collecting body parts. You looked like you had a handle on things.” His eyes stare into mine, dancing with lightness.
“Yes, I was one step away from rewatching my second video on how to change a tire.” I hold up my pointer finger.
He held out the hand towel, and when my hand gripped it, he pulled it and me to him. My hand landed on his pec as he looked down at me. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said right before his lips smashed onto mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, and my body melted into his, the towel now on the floor by our feet. His hand went into my hair that had been up all day long, gently massaging my scalp as he took out the ponytail. One of my hands went from his pec to the back of his neck, while the other went to the back of his head. He moved one hand from my hair to grip my ass, pulling me even harder into him. I could feel his hardness through his pants, and we both let out a moan.
I moved my head from one side to the other frantically. I had never thrown caution to the wind like that, but I was practically climbing this stranger like a tree. He moved his hand from my ass to my waist and lifted me up with one arm. My legs wrapped around him as if we’d done this before. He turned around in my small kitchen, trying to find my bedroom. I let go of his lips. “Over there.” I pointed to the dark hallway at the back. My mouth smashed down on his as soon as he started walking toward my bedroom.
Once he carried me into the room, it was more frantic than I could even describe. His hands were on my shirt, mine were under his, feeling his warm stomach under my hands. In the darkness, his fingers touched almost every single part of me, like he’d already had me memorized.
He kissed me deeply as he laid me down in the middle of my bed. A condom was on his cock, and he pushed inside me, swift and hard. My back arched up, and we moved together, our bodies intertwined. It was the best sex I ever had. Okay, fine, I hadn’t had it a lot, but it was still the best. My only regret from that night is that it happened with the lights off.
I pull into the driveway of the little house I’m renting and put my hand on my stomach. “Tomorrow,” I say softly, “I’m going to tell your daddy about you.”
CHAPTER FOUR
THEO
It’s just past one in the morning. My legs are stretched out in front of me and crossed at the ankles. The emergency waiting room is finally quiet since most of Sierra’s friends left a little after 10:00 p.m. when the doctor came out and gave us an update, telling us she was going to be just fine.
I would have left, too, but Caleb’s parents insisted on staying, so I stuck around as well. My eyes are now past the point of being dry, and I think I dozed off a couple of times in the last hour.
“You know you don’t have to stay with us,” my uncle, Jensen, says from beside me. “We can meet you at the house.”
“What kind of nephew would I be if I just left you alone in a new town by yourself?”
He just smirks. “The smart kind.” He slaps my leg, and I look up at the television in the corner of the room, which has been playing the whole night with no sound.
The doors swing open, and Caleb comes out. His face is finally getting a little bit of color back. The whole night, he seemed one second away from passing out, and then, in an instant, he looked like he wanted to destroy the walls in the room. I sit up as he comes in. Sierra’s parents get up and go to him. “How is she doing?” her mother, Marian, asks him.
“She’s coming in and out,” he reports. Sierra’s father puts his arm around Marian as she picks up her hand with a white Kleenex in it, silently crying. “Would you like to go in and sit with her? Figured we can take shifts.”
“I would like that very much,” Marian sniffles and smiles, her eyes rimmed red with all the tears she’s cried.
She and Joseph walk through the swinging doors to Sierra’s room.
“How you holding up?” Caleb’s mother, Hailey, gets up from her seat and rushes to him, rubbing his arm. “Do you want to sit down? Do you want something to drink?” She looks around at the cups of coffee Everleigh brought from the bakery. “You should eat something.”