Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She nods, and I help her maneuver so we can climb out of the cab of the truck. With her fingers linked with mine, we set off for the bank of the river.
“I used to love it out here.” She tips her head back to take a deep breath of the clean air. “The sound of the water always drowned out the bad thoughts.”
“What kind of bad thoughts?” I ask.
But I know.
She never kept them a secret.
“About my dad,” she murmurs. She’s watching the water run, and I kick a rock out of her way. “I always held so much guilt.”
“I know.” Lifting her hand, I press my lips to her knuckles. “But it wasn’t your fault, you know.”
“I understand that now,” she replies. “But when you’re only twelve, and you come home from school to find your dad hanging in the garage, well … it felt like my fault. I took the long way walking home from school that day, and I thought if I’d gotten there sooner, I could have stopped him. Or called for help sooner.”
“That’s not true, either.”
“No.” She shakes her head and lets out another sigh. “He’d been there for some time.”
I pull my hand from hers, then loop my arm around her shoulders, tugging her into me.
I didn’t know Jules then. I mean, we went to the same school, so I knew who she was, but we weren’t friends yet. She told me about it through the years we were together, and I know that finding her father is something that she never got over.
I mean, how could anyone get over that? You don’t. You carry it with you forever.
It’s really the root of what eventually caused us to break up, because if she hadn’t been so paranoid, if that son of a bitch hadn’t known that it was her trigger, he never could have manipulated his way into breaking us up.
“Remember, in the summer, when we’d bring some of the younger kids out here to swim?”
I grin down at her as I let the memories flood me, and they don’t break my fucking heart. “They loved it.”
“Billie learned to swim in that spot over there.” She points at the area where the river calms, and there’s a shallow pond. “We did the back float for hours.”
“My siblings all loved you to death.”
Her smile turns melancholy. “Yeah, I loved them, too.”
We’re quiet as we keep going, taking in the sounds of the birds. A little family of deer comes out of the trees and walks down to the water to have a drink.
They watch us, but they don’t run away.
The rain starts up again, and we turn back to head to the truck. The sky opens up, dumping on us in cold sheets, and we start to run, laughing.
I open the back door of the truck and help her in before I join her and close it behind us. For a long minute, we listen to the water beat down on the roof.
“Montana weather, am I right?” she says with a chuckle, and when she turns her face up to look at me, I can’t help myself.
I cup her face and lean into her, brushing my lips over hers, and she whimpers, throws one leg over my lap, and straddles me.
Her pussy grinds over me through her leggings, and my hands drift under her sweatshirt, tugging it up.
Jules pulls back long enough to shed that layer, and I unfasten her bra, and she lets that fall, too.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I growl as I lean in to nip and lick her already tight nipples. She bows back, holding my shoulders as I consume her. The storm rages around us, and it’s like we’re in our own little cocoon.
It’s fucking perfect.
“You’re so good at that,” she breathes, circling her hips over my straining cock.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I mutter against her skin. My hands are all over her warm skin, up and down her back, then up in her hair. I want to touch her everywhere at once. “I’m never letting you go. Not ever.”
“Not going anywhere.” She shakes her head and moans when I tweak a nipple hard. “God, you always make it hurt so good.”
“Lift up, baby.”
Without a moment of hesitation, she rises on her knees. I rip her leggings, then push her panties to the side and sink a finger inside her wet heat.
“You’re so fucking soaked for me.”
Her breathing is ragged as she starts to ride my finger, her pussy squeezing me, begging for more. I press my thumb to her hard bundle of nerves, and she moans.
“God, Brooks.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Hell yes, I like that. But I need more.”
I add a second finger, and she shudders around me. Her pussy is quivering, and I know she won’t last much longer.