Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Eden didn’t open her eyes, and Razor kept his gaze on her, which was difficult as he was swung left to right, but he didn’t let go of her hand, and he didn’t allow it out of the ride either. He held onto her. There was no way he was going to let her go.
And then, after what felt like a freaking lifetime, because he enjoyed the ride but wanted to get Eden to safety, the ride finally came back to where they started. He still hadn’t told her to open her eyes.
The restraints lifted, and he pushed it out of the way, cupped her face, and then told her to open her eyes. As she did, she only had a few seconds before he kissed her. He could not go another moment without kissing her.
At first, Eden was still in his arms. She didn’t touch him, nor did she respond to his kiss, but then, slowly, her hands went to his arms, and he partly expected her to push him away. She didn’t.
Even as there were people waiting to get on the ride, he didn’t budge as she kissed him back, and he felt her lips against his. They felt so good. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he heard the soft subtle moan that escaped, and it made him so aroused to hear that sound.
“Guys, you can make out outside like everyone else,” the guy manning the ride said.
Razor had no choice but to bring himself under control. He felt the tightness of his dick as it started to swell. He didn’t want to let go, but he had no choice. Kissing her lips one final time, he pulled away and helped her out of the ride. He noticed she was a little unsteady on her feet, and he kept an arm around her waist.
Once they made the clearing, they headed toward one of the snack booths. The diner was closed because there was a food truck at the main fair. Nearly every shop was closed for the next three days for the Easter fair.
They stood in line, and neither of them spoke, but Eden did lean against him. He kept an arm wrapped around her, not wanting to let her go.
Once it was their turn, he ordered them both burgers with lots of cheese and fried onions.
“You got me a burger,” Eden said.
He looked down at her and frowned. “Of course I did, you hate hot dogs,” he said.
He’d seen the way her nose would wrinkle whenever there was a hot dog in sight. They had a barbeque when she was dating Mac and was offered a hot dog by Doc, and she told him no, she hated them. Razor listened.
Eden smiled at him. “You know, Razor, you’re all right.”
This made him laugh.
Chapter Eight
Two Months Later
“So, are you going to spill?” Maeve asked, sitting on the sofa with a large tub of ice cream.
Eden was dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, courtesy of Maeve’s picks. She had not worn this shirt since she purchased it. It was a little revealing and also pushed her boobs together and made them look ... there. She didn’t get it. She had curled her brown hair, and Maeve had also taken time to put on some makeup for her.
“What do you want me to spill?” Eden asked.
“You’ve been with him for what, four months nearly?”
“I don’t know. Since Valentine’s Day, maybe?”
“And it’s June, that’s four months. give or take a day or two.”
“What do you want me to spill?”
Maeve shrugged. “How you’re feeling? Has there been any action? Is it just fun, sex, or is it love?”
“That’s a lot of questions,” Eden said.
“And I just got back from three weeks of intense work. I’ve got a little time off, and come on, you have got to tell me something. He is around all the time. He comes for breakfast and he’s here at dinner. That must mean something.”
“He never stays over,” Eden said.
“I know, but you’ve always been a little reserved in that department,” Maeve said.
Eden looked toward her sister. She had never told her sister she hadn’t ever had sex. It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation she felt like discussing.
“Maeve, I’ve never ... well, I don’t know, I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex,” Maeve said.
“How do you know that?”
“I may be busy and travel a lot, but I also listen to town gossip, and I know my sister. You’ve dated, but you’ve never gone too far. Not even with Mac, and trust me, I think that is a good thing. You might have had to go and get tested if you’d jumped in the sack with him.”
“Do you think that’s weird?” she asked. “Being a twenty-five-year-old virgin?”
“No, that’s not weird. I think it’s nice that you’ve not slept with every single man you knew, and that you didn’t give me a hard time when you were at that age when you could have been doing exactly that.”