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)
I came back to bed after taking care of business, and when I saw Jagger there, leaning against the headboard, still naked, I knew what I’d be doing. He patted his thigh, but instead of sitting on his lap, I crawled between his legs, my hand wrapping around his hard length. I lowered my head, and he guided me until he couldn’t take it anymore. We made another mess, but this time, Jagger pulled out at the last minute, replaced his cock with his fingers, and finished all over my body.
We were both exhausted after that. It also meant our time came to an end. Did I mention how much of an idiot I am? He left for his house, and I stayed at mine, where I got absolutely zero sleep, regretting not taking him up on his offer. A few days ago, I had finally gotten used to the noises around the bed and breakfast, then last night came. I tossed and turned, sat up in bed more times than staying horizontal, and when the sun finally rose, I decided enough was enough.
The box in the corner taunted me, sitting opened, a couple of stacks on the ground, and abandoned. Jagger didn’t want to read my letters, and I didn’t either at that point. He’s right about letting things go, yet I still wanted to read what he wrote me.
I made it two letters in before I had to stop. The wound was ripped open, and the tears kept coming, one after the other. I tucked the back of my legs to my thighs, wrapped my arms around them, and buried my head to hide myself away from the outside world, my hair helping do the majority of the work, and let myself sob. We’ve missed out on so much time together, the hurt knowing my parents, one or the other or maybe both, kept us a part, and I didn’t know how to process it.
A few minutes later, my phone rang, and thankfully, the person on the other end of the line talked me through it. Naomi, my second mom and built-in best friend. Sadly, she had no answers. Mom never spoke about it to her, only talked about how I walked about looking like a lost soul for nearly a year. No truer words have ever been spoken. My heart and my head were a mess. I’d wandered around in a daze wondering what I did to make Jagger go ghost mode. When Naomi and I hung up, I packed everything back into the box, took a long hot shower, and then made my bed, got myself together, and called Jagger.
I had a moment of apprehension thinking it’d be too early, but he picked up on the first ring, and before I could ask what he was doing, Jagger told me to either get to his house, or he’d be at my house in twenty minutes. I had no food or a place to cook said food or prepare it, the price I knew I’d have to pay during the renovation process, and one I knew would be worth it. I offered to pick up groceries to make breakfast or to run to the diner, yet once again, Jagger had it covered.
That leads me to now, walking up to Jagger’s home. My eyes go every which way, a lot like they did when I turned onto his dirt road. I should have known he’d have a home off the beaten path, away from the busier side of town, with more grass, trees, and lush landscape as far as the eye can see.
“Hey, you find the place alright?” Jagger opens the front door and walks out wearing a pair of black shorts sitting low on his hips and nothing else.
“I did. It’d be hard to miss. A turn here, a turn there, and then travel down the dirt road till I see your mailbox.” He gave me his address plus directions in case my cell phone service went in and out. He takes the steps off his front porch, never taking his eyes off mine, making me move my own feet. When we meet halfway, Jagger’s head dips, his lips go to mine, and my eyes close. This feeling of rightness, the way his arm wraps around my back, pulling me into his warmth as he deepens the kiss, it’s like no time has passed. While his tongue chases mine, the tips of my fingers dig into his lower abdomen, and just like every time we kiss, my brain turns off. There’s no thinking, there’s no worry, and time is at a standstill. It’s only the man in front of me and no one else.
“Fuck, would have loved to have you in my bed this morning, waking you up like this, but I get it,” Jagger relays the message, similar to what he told me last night when I walked him to my door to say good night.