Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
7
JAGGER
I’m leaning against the bed of my truck when Lyric pulls into the driveway. The quick glimpse of her face doesn’t give me enough time to really look at her. A damn shame, too, but since I’m willing to bet I woke her up with my phone call, there’s a reason she comes in hot to fucking trot. She whips the top-heavy gun-metal gray Chevy Tahoe SUV into the driveway, throws it in Park, and opens the door. Lyric drives her vehicle like she stole the damn thing. I straighten, ready to make my way toward her, when I’m greeted with one killer leg, kissed by the sun, long and lean, and when she slides out of the driver’s seat, I get even more of her body in the form of a shapely thigh.
Jesus Fuck.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry. Am I late?” She looks at her watch on her wrist and back at me. Her mouth forms into the shape of an O. It appears Lyric has now realized who’s meeting her for an estimate. I remain silent, unable to answer her question, mainly because I’m taking her in. When Lyric and her family left that day all those years ago with tears streaming down her cheeks, she was pretty then, but now that she’s an adult, the woman version of Lyric Skye is a goddamn vision. Her dark brown hair is pulled back, but when her hand moves to the back of her head to undo the clip, her long hair tumbles down. The sun catches the subtle gold and chestnut strands, making it look rich and earthy. I’m drawn to her green eyes like the grass after an afternoon thunderstorm, striking and vivid. Lyric’s high cheekbones flush a light pink, and her lips appear soft and full, reminiscent of the color of ripe berries.
I’m tempted to bite my fist when my eyes travel down the length of her body. She’s small, tinier than my six-foot-six frame by more than a foot. That doesn’t make her any less appealing, though. My cock decides to perk up at the thought of seeing her without a stitch of clothing on her curvy-as-fuck body. She takes a hesitant step away from the Tahoe. I bite at my lower lip and take a step toward the woman who had not one single fucking problem leaving me in the dust.
“You aren’t late,” I finally breathe out. I’m still locked in on her, focused on how the dress she’s wearing does nothing to hide the shape of her body or how with each movement, I can see the bounce in her tits and the sway of her ass.
“Um, well, I guess that’s the good news. Should we go take a look?” I would have thought she didn’t recognize me, except I saw in full color how she became well aware. I’ll let her make this play. Figure she can bring it up, or we’ll address it at a later time.
“Lead the way.” I hold my arm out, allowing her to precede me. I’ve already got my tablet in the opposite hand, having grabbed it when I moved away from my truck. I’ll take pictures of the space, work out the specs, make notes, ask questions about what she’s envisioning, and depending on what Lyric wants, I may need to call in Crew.
“I don’t know how much you’ve seen or heard about what happened, but it’s really bad,” she tosses over her shoulder, hair flinging with the wind and lips tipped upward in a half smile. I move my eyes off her ass and give her my full attention. Getting caught staring at the bombshell is the last thing she needs. Shit, it’s the last thing I need, too. I’m still pissed as hell with her, and while I’m fully fucking aware we were both teenagers when things went down, it still ticks me off.
“Yeah, I know about it.” I don’t tell her that Trent was the lead investigator or that Matthew helped get her divorce pushed through as well as getting full custody of the kids. Then we all rallied, kept our mouths tightly shut, and moved the family states away. Matthew hears from her now and then, an email here or call there. Mainly to make sure that she and her kids are still safe from the ex.
“I kind of figured as much.” She bends down to place the cup of coffee on the ground, and with me only being a step behind her, I’m taking a quick step back, so she doesn’t press into my hard-as-fuck cock. Still, I’m gritting my teeth when I get a better view of her heart-shaped ass. I watch as she struggles a minute to get the door to unlatch while turning the key. Clearly, that will be the first thing fixed on the list.