Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Like he needs an invitation,” my mother quips. “He’s here every other day anyway.” I get off the stool and stand by it, but my legs feel like noodles, so I just stand here.
My father starts to make his way to the front door, and I hear it open. “You took too long!” Manning shouts as I hear the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor, coming to the kitchen.
“Holy shit,” my father blurts, stopping mid-step while my mother makes her way to him. “Jaxon, what the heck are you doing here?”
“He came to surprise his old man,” Manning quickly adds in and I see him now. His eyes find mine right away and they literally light up.
“Surprised us all,” Evelyn says. “Showed up this morning at the ass crack of dawn, scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I thought it was the police.”
“Why would the police come to our house?” Manning looks over at her.
“That’s when they come to tell you someone died.” Evelyn rolls her eyes and he just shakes his head. “Or that they are raiding your house.”
“She really needs to stop watching those detective shows.” They squabble and Jaxon quickly goes to my mother first and kisses her cheek before going to my dad.
“Hope it’s okay I crashed,” he says and my father slaps his arm.
“That’s almost as dumb as this one asking me to have lunch with her.” He points to me with his thumb.
“Hey,” Jaxon greets, walking around them and coming to me. He puts his hand on my hip before he leans in. My eyes go big and he kisses my cheek. “Good to see you.”
“Okay, what are we eating?” Manning asks, taking away my parents as they rush around the kitchen.
“You look nice,” he compliments, his hand still at my hip, and I just glare at him. “That’s a nice dress.”
“Don’t ‘nice dress’ me, Jaxon,” I hiss at him. “Do you know why I’m wearing this?” I look down to the black dress that is loose, the arms pushed up to my elbows.
“Because it’s nice?” he says, his hand dropping from my hip and going into his pocket.
“No, it’s because my jeans don’t fit me anymore and it’s not fair.” I look around, seeing my mother and Evelyn taking the plates out of the cabinet while our fathers take the trays out of the oven.
“Baby,” he soothes softly and I shake my head.
“Shut up,” I hiss softly at him, “it’s not fair that you stay all hot and I don’t.”
“You’re hotter now than you were before.”
“You really aren’t helping.” I shake my head.
“Do you think you could go to the bathroom, and I could maybe join you?” he asks me and I should say no, but I haven’t seen him in a couple of days.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab a sweater in my room,” I mention and walk out of the room and head to the bathroom down the hall. I stand here, waiting and two seconds later he’s walking toward me. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans that look like he’s worn them forever and a black T-shirt. The tattoos on his arms make my mouth water.
“Hi,” he says softly, pushing the hair away from my neck and leaning down to kiss me. “I hated not being able to kiss you,” he mumbles and I open the bathroom door and slide in with him right behind me, his hands on my hips.
The door barely closes behind him and I’m turned around and pushed toward the door. His hands are in my hair and his mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue slides into my mouth and I melt into him. Four days has been way too long, my hand goes to the back of his hair, my nails gripping his head. “We need to get back out there,” I tell him when he lets my lips go and his kisses trail to my neck.
“I leave tonight,” he tells me. “After this, we’re leaving here because I need to get inside of you.”
“I’m not going to go to your parents’ house and have sex with you.” I put my hands on his chest.
“Okay, we can get a room.”
“Go away,” I urge. “Let’s get this over with and then we’ll see.”
“That means you missed me as much as I missed you.” He smirks and bends to kiss me softly. “Also, why didn’t you make plans to have lunch in a public place?”
“I don’t know how he’s going to react, Jaxon,” I whisper-hiss. “This is the safest bet.”
“He’s going to be fine with it. He likes me.”
“You’ve never gotten his daughter pregnant before”—I raise my eyebrows—“so the jury is still out.”
“Okay, let’s get this over with so I can hold your hand and touch you when I want to,” he suggests, moving me away from the door and kissing me one more time before walking out.