Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I needed a minute,” she says, pushing her back off the wall. “I was also giving the two of you some alone time.”
“The two of us?” I stop moving when I’m face-to-face with her. Her scent of lilacs and roses makes me want to close my eyes and devour her.
“You and Ms. Summer.” The second she says the name of Lucy’s teacher, I’m even more confused than her previous statement. My chin goes down as my eyebrows pinch together. “Oh, come on.” She folds her arms under her tits, pushing them even higher up toward me. “She wants to date you.”
“She does not.” I roll my eyes at her.
“Emmett,” she snaps. I want to put my hands on her, but instead, I put them on my own hips to stop myself from touching her, and forgetting about the vow to let her go. “She’s all smiling at you. All the batting of her eyes and tucking her hair behind her ear.”
“Lilah,” I say her name, exasperated, “you are wrong.”
Her hand moves up to push my shoulder. “Oh, please.” The second her hand touches me, it’s like all bets are off. Literally, all bets are off. My hand flies from my hip to the side of her face at the same time my feet close the distance between us, pushing her against the wall. My other hand comes up to place on the concrete wall beside her head.
Her eyes search mine side to side, her breath hitches in her throat. “Emmett.” My name is a whisper on her lips.
“Don’t say my name like that.” Our eyes still connect.
“Like what?” she asks. As my head lands on her forehead, I lean into her.
“Like you want me to lift your skirt and sink my cock into you.” I tilt my head to the side. “Like I want to hear you call my name all the fucking time.” My head tilts to the opposite side. I’m so close to her lips again, my heart speeds up, knowing I’ll have her tongue in my mouth in about two seconds and all will be right with the world. I can feel her breath on my lips, and right before I’m about to be in heaven again, the sound of a child shrieking at the top of their lungs fills the school, and the two of us jump away from each other as if we were caught with our hands in the cookie jar.
“I don’t want to leave!” a little girl yells. “I want Mommy!” Both of us walk to the corner and look around it to see one of the dads picking up his screaming kid from the middle of the floor and kissing her cheek as he talks to her softly. “I want my mommy,” she repeats, and a woman comes out of the classroom toward them. The little girl jumps out of her father’s arms and runs toward her mother.
“We should find Lucy,” Lilah states, ducking under the yellow tape, “before she hears all the screaming and gets scared.”
I follow her down the hallway until we get to her classroom, seeing just a couple of parents straggling around, looking at the different art projects. “Is she in there?” I ask Lilah as her head comes out of the other classroom that is facing Lucy’s.
“No.” She shakes her head, and we look up the hallway, seeing Charlie walking down with his son on his hip and one arm wrapped around Autumn.
“There you guys are,” Charlie says, glancing at me and then looking at Lilah, a smirk filling his face. “Lucy was looking for you guys,” he shares, trying not to smile too big but failing miserably, “and she said she couldn’t find you.”
“Where is she?” I ask as I see Lilah lean forward and tap Billy’s nose with her finger as she gushes at him. Just looking at her do that makes me feel like someone just ripped the rug out from under me, knowing I can never give her what she wants. Lucy is the only child I will have, and even she is one more than I ever thought I would have in this lifetime.
“She’s in that classroom,” Autumn informs me, “with Saige and Wyatt.” She mentions Brock’s daughter, as well as Brady’s son. “The three of them are trying to bid on items that don’t have any bids on them so the kids aren’t sad.”
“Oh my God,” Lilah says, putting her hand to her mouth, “that’s so sweet.” She looks up at me and I stare at her for a whole minute, wanting to take her in my arms, but knowing it’s a bad idea for everyone. “I’m going to go and help them,” she tells us.
“I want in on this,” Autumn declares, about to grab the baby from Charlie, but he turns away from her. “Charlie, can I have my child, please?”