Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She shook her head. “You don’t mean that.”
She really thought I was joking.
“Text Rocky,” I said. “Ask her about senior year, and how I asked her if I thought you’d say yes if I asked you to prom.”
“And she told you that I would say no?” she wondered.
“She told me that you would probably say yes, but then back out last minute.”
She winced.
“I probably would’ve done exactly what she said.” She shook her head. “You were really popular in high school. We would’ve drawn a lot of attention, and I would’ve had to hear everyone’s whispers about what the hell was going on.”
“Not that popular.” I chuckled. “I lost my popularity real fast when I had Jett. Everyone hated me, and even worse, hated that I was no longer interested in spending time with them. Plus, a baby is a real mood killer. No teenage girl wants to go out on a date with a guy that has to bring his infant with him.”
“I would’ve been more than happy,” Sutton said softly.
I reached for her foot that was floating in the water between us and gave it a squeeze. She let out a groan.
“Hurt?” I asked.
“Like the devil,” she admitted, shifting in the water.
The way she moved caused the bubbles of the hot tub to disperse slightly, and I got a good look at the juncture of her thighs before they were once again covering her.
The small peek made my dick, which hadn’t gone down an inch, bob just shy of the surface of the water.
Fuck, but she was so pretty.
I slowly started to massage her foot, using both hands to do it, but the position was awkward for her so I said, “Scooch to the middle seat.”
She moved to the seat that was directly next to mine. My feet were on the bench next to her chair, and she reached down and planted her hand on my shin for purchase as she extended her leg out to me once again.
I took her foot into my hand and really started to dig into the arch of her foot.
She groaned. “That hurts and feels good all at the same time.”
“Most good things in life do,” I teased.
Our eyes met, and I knew she got what I meant.
Something passed between us, a knowledge that this was leading somewhere that neither one of us expected.
I’m not sure who moved first, but seconds later I had her pulled into my arms and I was kissing the hell out of her, and she was kissing me back.
Seven
Undiagnosed, but somethin’ ain’t right.
—Sutton to her mom
SUTTON
I was kissing Gunner. In Gunner’s hot tub. In his backyard. That was attached to his house.
That was in the same city that I was about to move to.
In the house that I was considering moving into with him.
What the hell was I thinking?
I was just about to pull away, knowing that I needed to do what was best for me and my situation, but he shifted my body and I fell between his legs.
I felt the hot heat of him, so hard and thick, pressed up against my belly, and I forgot the protests that’d been on the tip of my tongue.
Protests died on my tongue the moment that he ground himself up against me.
A white-hot flash of need roared through me, and every last shred of my common sense took a flying leap out of the window.
My pussy clenched, and somehow I just knew that he was exactly what I needed.
I needed just a single night with him.
I needed the release. I needed the escape.
I needed him.
His hands went to my hips, and he pulled me closer to him, pressing himself against my belly as he slowly rocked himself against me.
My nipples dragged deliciously against his chest, and my legs scissored as I tried to ease the ache building between my legs.
Our kiss was carnal.
He kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me.
The man could kiss.
I’d never thought that kissing was all that great of an activity, but I’d never kissed Gunner before. Never knew what a real kiss should feel like until he pulled away, gasping against my lips right along with me.
It was good to know that he felt the same way that I did, because I would hate to be alone in my utter discombobulation.
Who knew that a kiss and a press of a penis against a belly could turn into this?
He groaned and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
That should’ve been the reminder that I needed. Yet…
“I have an IUD.” I leaned in for another kiss at the same time that I brought my legs up to either side of his hips and straddled him, placing his hard cock exactly where I ached the most. “When I found out about…yeah, I just got one in. No more periods sounded really good to me. Full battery of tests. Clean bill of health, and coverage for the next six years.”