Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“No, Isolde. Tonight was about your pleasure. That’s all I need right now,” I assure her, stuffing her panties into my pants pocket.
“It’s Izzy. I hate that name.”
“I love it. I also like that I’m probably the only person in the world to call you that.” In response, she rolls her eyes.
“I seriously worry if you’re insane or not,” she grumbles.
“I’m crazy about you. Does that count?” I quip with a grin.
“That has to be the lamest comeback in the history of lame comebacks,” she says shaking her head but still grinning. “I really need to leave now. We're both very lucky no one saw what we did right here.”
“Well, I’d say I don’t give a damn, but I never want anyone seeing your body but me.”
“Caleb, we should talk,” she begins, but I don’t let her finish.
“Where are you parked? I’ll walk you to your vehicle,” I ask as she finishes straightening her clothes.
“You don’t need to. I’m a big girl. Besides, I don’t really know where it is. I figure the garage.”
“You don’t know where you parked?”
She holds up a keyring with one key on it. “I rode with Pez. He needs to stay, so I was going to take his spare vehicle home. He said he’d grab it tomorrow,” she explains.
Fuck, it takes everything I have to contain the jealousy clawing inside me. I know I can’t let it out. If I do that, she’ll be ready to filet me open. I’m learning with Izzy that I need to approach her as if she’s a wounded bear that’s poised to rip out your jugular and show it to you right before you die. My girl can be feral when she feels cornered.
“I’m going to take you home. That way Pez won’t need to fetch his truck.”
“I don’t—”
“Baby, I just had my head buried between your legs. I think you can trust me to take you home. I promise that’s all I’ll do.”
“Fine, it’s not like my parents live far from here anyway,” she grumbles, clearly not happy.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I promise.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she laughs.
“Isolde Davis, are you joking with me?”
“How do you know my last name?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You’re BB’s sister. Sometimes his old lady uses it.”
“Oh.”
“Damn, you’re as prickly as a cactus.”
“I need to get home, and your little jabs are ruining my post-orgasm euphoria,” she complains, making me laugh.
“Then, let’s get you home, baby.”
She doesn’t reply, but she also doesn’t pull away when I put my hand on the small of her back. I’m calling it a win. I take her over to my bike and hop on. She stands there, looking at me. I imagine she knows what it means when a man puts the woman he just claimed on the back of his bike. I wait for her to give me shit. Surprisingly, she doesn’t. She slides onto the back of my bike with the grace of a woman who has been doing it for years. When she wraps her arms around me and we take off, I let this moment settle down into my soul.
This is it. This is what I’ve always wanted.
My woman on the back of my bike, the wind in my hair, and the taste of her still on my tongue.
Heaven.
8
BOOTY CALLS, BLUE BALLS, AND ZERO SELF-CONTROL
IZZY
I slide on the worn-until-it’s-thin Kentucky Wildcats football jersey that an old boyfriend gave me years ago. Kai was a tight end—in more ways than one. I’m not sure what happened to him. We lost touch after he graduated. He lived in Oregon, and long distance didn’t work for either of us. Caleb would probably have a cow if he knew I was sleeping in another man’s shirt. The thought has a giggle escaping before I can stop it. I shouldn’t be feeling as happy as I am. I should be panicking. I can’t help it. I’m even missing the feel of Caleb touching me. The ride home from the clubhouse even felt good. I’m being stupid. I know it, but I can’t seem to stop it. Hell, I’m even trying to figure out how to keep seeing him, without him pushing for something that’s never going to happen. I mean, realistically, would he agree to a friends-with-benefits kind of thing and nothing else?
Maybe I’m as crazy as he is.
Caleb’s damn good with his mouth and fingers, though. Most likely he’ll be the best lover I’ve ever experienced. I mean, I don’t have a lot of experience, but I have some. I’m not a virgin. I wasn’t going to tell him that, however. Seriously, he’s the idiot who jumped to conclusions. Plus, he was annoying me at the time.
I jump into bed and pull up my covers, burying my head under the pillow. I need to shut off my brain somehow. If I don’t, I’ll do something stupid and try to track Caleb down. This will pass. I just need to get him out of my mind. Right now, my body feels like it’s on fire. That won’t last. I’ve just not had an orgasm in a long time. I’d probably have the same feeling if I’d gotten off with a vibrator. I roll my eyes because I know I’m lying to myself.