Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“We’re smashing all the cookies,” I tried again.
He grunted.
I ran my hand through his hair, my fingers finding the ridged scars even on his scalp.
I let him lie there, silently running my fingers through his hair until he finally scrounged up enough energy to roll over.
This time the bottle of Dr Pepper I’d brought into the bed earlier hit the floor and rolled.
“You’re a mess,” he said as he took me with him, his fingers going to my back.
I knew that there was probably melted chocolate and crumbs stuck to me, but it didn’t seem like either one of us had the energy to care.
Three orgasms. Two of which were given by Jasper’s penis.
I was ecstatic.
“Please tell me we can do this again,” I breathed against his chest.
His cock twitched inside of me. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I smiled against his chest. “That sounds like a cop-out.”
“Give me a little time,” he said. “I’m not lying when I tell you that everything hurts. Though, it seems like you have a temporary fix for all that ails me.”
I snorted and leaned up, his half-hard cock pushing inside of me again.
His eyes flared.
Both of our phones went off, but neither one of us moved.
Well, we moved. But it definitely wasn’t to check our phones.
It was a couple of hours later before either one of us got around to checking our phones.
The first message that popped up on mine was an alert about ice, rain, and snowfall.
The second was an alert from the power company telling us of a possibility of power failure due to the power lines and ice.
The third was from the tow truck driver alerting me that he’d dropped my truck off in my driveway.
The fourth was from my sister ordering me not to leave because the roads were horrible.
It also hit me then that I remembered that I was supposed to go to her house in the morning to celebrate Christmas.
“Whoops,” I said. “I probably should’ve anticipated this storm and gone over there earlier tonight.”
“Your sister?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I showed him the text. “She’s going to be all sad now that I didn’t make it over there.”
“She’ll live.” He tossed his own phone down onto the bed. “Apollo texted to say that he was handling my shit, and to enjoy my night.”
The way he said it so suggestively made me blink furiously at him. “He knew?”
“I’m sure everyone knows,” he sighed. “I wasn’t very subtle about how I felt about you. That was why Cutter made me run that marathon.”
“You should’ve told him to go fuck himself,” I grumbled. “And what did he say to make you run that? You seriously hate running.”
I hated pointing out the obvious here but…
“Doc.” He pulled me in tight to his naked chest. “Doc’s protective of you.”
I snorted. “He’s something.”
“He’s protective.” Jasper ignored my comment. “And he loves you. He doesn’t think any of us are good enough.”
I went up onto my forearms on his chest and looked down at him with confusion clearly written all over my face. “Doc tolerates me. At best.”
“Doc loves you, at least. He likes you a lot. Everyone likes you a lot.”
At that, I snorted. “Uh, hate to tell you this, Jasper, but not everyone feels the same way as you. I get told on a daily basis that I’m a pain in the ass. And honestly, I probably always will be. I’m a mess, and though I’m slowly getting my shit together, I still revert back to that angry teen quite a bit.”
“I think you’d be surprised.” He curled my hair behind my ear with two fingers. When it fell right back into place, he did it again, but this time held my hair there when his eyes once again met mine. “Everyone loves you. Especially all the kids. They think you walk on water, and that makes everyone like you all the more. Do you have a bad attitude sometimes? Yes. Do you refuse help when we all know you could use it? Also very much yes. But we also notice when you go out of your way to be kind to an old man and invite him to a club party. We notice when you agree to take a job in the middle of the busiest season of the year because you felt bad that you got someone fired. Let’s not forget when Apollo’s son died, you made him that picture frame with all the photos that you collected from every single club member you could find. Or when Knight and Elaine died, you went out of the way to help with the kids so the rest of us could grieve. You’re a good person, Calli. Maybe you should start letting yourself believe it.”
I pressed my forehead against my forearms, not sure what to say.