Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I walk her to her SUV as she opens the door and tosses her bag onto the passenger seat. “I guess this is it,” she says softly and I take a step toward her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me. I bury my face in her neck and she does the same, except she gives me a soft kiss, and out of all the kisses we’ve shared the past two days, it’s the best kiss I’ve gotten.
“Thank you for this weekend,” she says, letting me go and stepping away from me. I fucking hate every single second of this. I hated it from when she told me yesterday to every single second after.
“Thank you,” I reply, putting my forehead onto hers, “for giving me an incredible weekend.” The lump in my throat feels like it’s getting bigger and bigger. My lips kiss hers lightly before I let her go and step away from her. “You, Lexi Petrov,” I say, using her full name, even though I know her last name is Yoder, “are one in a million.”
twenty-three
Lexi
“Thank you”—he puts his forehead on mine—“for giving me an incredible weekend.” My hands move to his bare chest and I take in his heat. “You, Lexi Petrov…” I try not to smirk that he doesn’t use Yoder, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could prepare me for the next five words. “…are one in a million.” He gives me the softest kiss we’ve shared this weekend as he lets me go and I step into the SUV.
I close the door and pull out of his driveway, thinking I’m going to be strong, but then the lone tear escapes and rolls down my cheek as I make my way over to my new house. These past two days have been what fucking dreams are made of. It’s what you wish would happen when you meet someone. It’s what I have been wanting my whole life. A man who respects me, who listens to me, who is all fucking that. I sniffle, not wanting to wipe the other tears that come because it’s okay for me to cry over him. If there is anyone in my life I should have cried over, it’s Kirby. Even now, after everything that I’ve been through, I still can’t have the one thing that I want.
I make it to my house, parking in the garage before opening the door and stepping out. The phone pings from my purse, so I take it out and see his name.
Kirby:
Can you at least text me that you got home so I don’t worry?
I close my eyes. “Why can’t you date him on the off hours?” I ask myself and then shake my head. “Because if you suck at your job, he’s not going to tell you and then he’ll just keep you because you guys are banging each other,” I answer myself before getting out and texting him back.
Me:
Just got home. Thanks for checking on me.
I press send before I add in, Want to come and see my new place? And maybe bang me one more time?
I walk into the house and dump my bag on the table by the door before I kick off my shoes. I’m pulling open the fridge when my phone pings and I rush over, thinking it’s him but then feeling a little disappointed when I see it’s Ariella and she sent a picture.
I open the text thread and see a picture of Jagger with his big gummy smile.
Ariella:
Someone misses Aunt Lexi and her nighttime snuggles.
I answer her right away.
Me:
How about I come by after work tomorrow so he can see I’m alive and I can get some wet kisses from him?
She answers back right away.
Ariella:
He’ll be waiting with drool and all.
I close the fridge and walk back to my bedroom and then straight to my bathroom. “Might as well wash away the evidence,” I state, opening the glass shower door and turning it on. Slipping my jeans off me, I toss them into the laundry basket in the corner before the shirt, bra, and panties join them. I put my head back when I step into the warm water and close my eyes. Memories of last night and all day today play over in my head. Me in his lap, his cock buried in me, our arms wrapping around each other, our mouths attached. It was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Every single time with him just got better and better. He really made sure he kissed every single inch of my body. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, he’s had his mouth or tongue on me.
I shake my head to stop thinking about it, getting out and doing my nighttime routine. Sliding into bed, I take my phone and I’m itching to text him that I’m thinking about him, but knowing it’s not right for either of us. So, I put it down and turn off the lights until the alarm rings softly the next morning at 6:00 a.m.