Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Shoot. I didn’t mean for it to sound like Eric doesn’t pull his weight.” She turns to me. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I just love you and want what’s best for you.”
I nod. There has never been a doubt in my mind about that. “I know.”
Donovan jumps in again. “Eric is good at what he does. The best. Cliff doesn’t deserve him. He took advantage of Eric’s kindness and work ethic and then tossed him out when Eric needed him. I don’t ever want him to go back to that. Eric deserves more.”
My chest feels too big, like each word Donovan speaks makes it swell more and more. The feeling prompts me to say, “I’ve, um…considered trying to start my own business. Donovan and I were talking about it, and I’ve done some research. I don’t know if I’ll be good at the business part, but—”
“You will.” Donovan comes over and sits sideways on the couch, facing me. “I know we talked about it, but you didn’t tell me you actually started looking into it. I did the same. I have all the information at home, but I didn’t want to be pushy.”
My heart melts. I love that he did this for me but also doesn’t try to get me to do anything he’s not sure I want to do. “Really?”
“Yes. You can totally do this, babe. I know you can. I’m always there to help, but I doubt you’ll even need it. I want this for you so bad.”
I suddenly feel woozy, my stomach all flip-floppy, and maybe like I’m the luckiest person in the world.
“I think I want to try it.” It feels so wild to admit that out loud. Admitting it makes it real, and real stuff hurts to lose.
“We’ll make it work. Whatever we have to do,” Donovan replies, and the worry I’ve been carrying begins to dissipate.
“We?”
“Always.”
I drop my forehead against his. When the air in the room changes, the feel of eyes heavy on us, I remember we’re not alone. As if Donovan thinks it at the same time, he jerks away.
Calvin clears his throat.
Maggie and Mom are smiling.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Mom says. “It just feels like everything is falling into place.”
“I agree,” Maggie adds.
“What? You always knew I should start my own business?”
“Something like that,” Calvin answers.
Mom just shrugs, her smile growing even more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Donovan
“I’m really horny,” Eric says on the car ride home. We had dinner after his announcement that he’ll try to start his own business—and honestly, I’m still flying high from it. I want Eric to have everything good in the world, and I know he can do this, know he can make it a success.
“You’re always horny, which I knew before we started sleeping together, but I’m seeing it even more now. What got you that way this time?” I glance over as he presses down on his groin, massaging it. “Jesus, babe.”
“I can’t help it. You make me want you all the time. It was the business talk and being close to you. It was hot to sneakily touch your thigh under the table without our parents knowing, and now I’m all fucking boned up.”
I’m this cross between wanting to laugh because it’s such an Eric thing to say and wanting to word-vomit all the reasons I’m in love with him—something I’ve yet to do.
“Do you think you can wait until we get home?”
“I’m not out of control. I can wait, but I don’t want to.” He chuckles, and an idea pops into my head. It’s not something I would ever consider saying to anyone else, not something I would want to do with anyone else, but being with Eric makes me feel like I can do anything, say anything, try anything. Plus, he seems to like it when I tell him what to do when it comes to sex. Which is fucking mind-blowing and a head rush at the same time.
“Jerk off.”
“Huh?” he asks, the shock clear in his voice.
“Jerk off…but only if you’ll be able to get hard again to fuck me when we get home.”
He cocks a blond brow. “You want me to jack off while we’re driving down the freeway?”
“I do.”
An ear-to-ear smile splits his face. “Fuck yes.” And that easily, Eric is tugging down his shorts and underwear, dick springing free, his cute, bare ass on my leather seat. “Tell me what to do like you did when I first jerked you off.” Eric pushes his seat back so he can stretch his legs out more.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot. I hope I don’t kill us.”
“Please don’t, because then I won’t get to fuck you again…God, I love fucking you so much.”
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Say it!
“Spit in your hand,” is what I land on, rather than confessing my love for him. I dart my eyes toward the road again, then back at him.