Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Or Drew, as ironic as that may be.
“He did help me check off another thing from my list because I’ve officially disappointed someone, even if it’s me.”
“Does it help if you’ve made me exceptionally proud?”
“Yes, it does,” she says, giggling. “You’re my personal confidence coach.”
I take her hand and place it on my hardening cock. “Lesson three is available to be downloaded whenever you’re ready.”
I barely get the words out of my mouth before she rips the blankets off us. My lips part in surprise as she kneels beside me, waiting for instruction.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask. “Tell me what you want.”
She bats her lashes. “Can I just climb on you if I want? Or do I need to ask?”
“Get over here and ride this dick,” I say, gripping it at the base.
She sinks onto my cock, wincing just a bit but moaning all the same. Her breath shudders as she fully seats it inside her and stills, giving her body time to adjust. That’s fine by me because having her wrapped around me—skin on skin, no less—is a good time any way you cut it.
Finally, she begins to move in slow circles.
“I think when I go back, I’m going to get a hotel room,” she says, raising her arms to tie her hair back with an elastic. The way her body looks in the moonlight is unreal. “They just opened a Ruma hotel not far from where the party will be held, and those rooms are super nice. It might be fun to give myself some space, grab a massage, that kind of thing.”
“Great plan.” I hold each of her tits and flex deeper into her. “Great tits, too.”
She laughs, leaning down to kiss me.
And I’m certain—this is heaven.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Audrey
Me: x a billion
Whimsy List: Updated
Have a one-night stand.
ORGASM! (with a man)
Wear a bold lipstick.
Buy more lingerie (and wear it often).
Stop being sweet.
Learn to flirt.
Take a self-defense class.
Get a tattoo.
Sleep in the dark without being scared.
Cut my hair.
Learn to be okay if others are disappointed (even if it’s in me).
Eat alone in public.
Do something spontaneous.
Make Anna proud.
Learn how to give a blow job.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Brooks
“That was seriously the best meal that I may have ever consumed,” Audrey says, pausing ahead of me so I can open the door for her. “And that’s saying something because I’ve had a lot of really good meals.”
I follow her out of Paramount, an upscale but casual restaurant a neighbor recommended to us this morning when we went for a walk after breakfast. We planned on making burgers on the grill on the back deck, but the weather person kept promising rain that, so far, hasn’t happened. It seemed like a less risky plan just to go to town and get something.
“Thanks for dinner,” Audrey says, tucking her purse under her arm.
“Of course. Thanks for coming with me.”
She laughs, the sound light and bright. “I thought I was going to have to practice my self-defense skills tonight if that waitress didn’t stop fluttering her lashes at you.”
I lick my lips, trying to hide a smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. My attention was focused solely on the beautiful woman across from me.”
“Charmer.”
The backs of our hands brush against each other as we walk, so on a whim, I turn my palm over, giving her an opportunity to place hers on mine. To my surprise, she takes the offer and laces our fingers together like it’s something we do regularly. She lifts her gaze to mine, flashing me the sweetest smile that smashes me right in the chest. I know she hates sweet, but I doubt she’ll ever be anything but that. Sure, there’s a developing sex fiend beneath her polished and endearing façade. I’ve loved bringing that out in her.
We venture down the sidewalk, taking in the inky sky and sparkling silver stars. People pass us, smiling kindly or offering us a quick hello, their laughter and conversations trickling behind them. I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed.
“How did we not know this town was here?” Audrey asks, string lights twinkling over our heads. “It’s like a Christmas village, except in Tennessee and in February.”
“I grew up in Sugar Creek, and I didn’t know this was here. It might be Tennessee’s best kept secret.”
Our arms swing between us as we walk slowly to my truck. The roads in the downtown area are narrow with limited street parking. We wound up parking behind an ice cream parlor a few blocks away from the restaurant.
She glances at me again, her eyes saying things I’m sure she’ll never admit—which is fine. Because, if I’m right, I’m thinking the same things, but I’m not admitting them, either.
I lay awake long after she fell asleep last night, holding her and replaying our conversation. When I think about the shit I shared with her, shit I haven’t told anyone but Gray, Hartley, and Jasper, I’m befuddled. It’s almost an out-of-body experience. I never talk about my father, and I talk even less about what happened the last night of his life. So, why did I crack open like a lobster?