Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Kissing her feels like a mistake too, but I don’t think I can wish it didn’t happen. It feels like we took a step we were both too hesitant to take, and now that I’ve had time to think about it, and everything that was going on, it probably wasn’t the right time for it.
Fuck, and here comes the confused boner. My dick’s waking up from the thought of her, but then falling right back down at the thought of hurting her.
Fuck it. Today’s a day off. I need to destress, and I’m betting she does as well.
Standing up from the bed, I go through a quick stretching routine. I need to keep myself loose. Loose like a puddle of jelly. I know exactly what we need to do.
Muffin jumps off the bed with me then goes through stretching her front legs then her back. She likes to keep loose too.
“Go get Christy,” I say.
With a start, Muffin is off like a shot out of my room. She loves waking up Christy, and if I’m being honest, I think it’s funny as hell to hear her barking at her.
Getting dressed for our morning run, I smile to myself. I think the future is pretty clear. We’re going to get together, there’s no doubt about that.
In the past, I needed instant gratification. If a girl wasn’t ready to go fast, I was ready to leave right then. With Christy, I’m going to go with the slow approach.
Fuck, it’s going to build up the anticipation like a motherfucker.
Should I worry she was only kissing me in the heat of the moment? Nah, there was absolutely no way she could have kissed me back that damn good if she didn’t want me as much as I want her.
Going slow will be okay, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be doing my damn best to distract the fuck out of her. I saw how she looked at my chest when I took off my shirt.
She wants to jump my shit.
Walking down the hall, I hear her grouching at Muffin to quit licking her. Stopping outside her door, I say loudly, “Let’s get moving. We need to put some muscle on them string bean legs of yours.”
“I don’t have string bean legs!” she yells back at me.
Laughing, I head down the stairs. She doesn’t, not at all. Those fucking legs of hers are made for looking at. She is sculpted and sexy as hell. It’s going to suck waiting for her to show me she’s ready for the next step, but it’s so going to be worth it.
* * *
She comes out of the garage to see me stretching my arms over my head and twisting my torso. Fuck, I’m still stiff. Last night really did have me in knots.
Standing just outside of the garage, her mouth falls open for a moment.
I smirk at her. “Ready to go?”
“You’re not wearing a shirt?”
“Nah, I’ll just end up sweating through it.”
“Oh,” she says then walks over to me, going through her stretches.
We take off together and I smile at her as I keep pace, not ahead or behind. Just right there next to her.
I catch her taking peeks at me during our run, and I do the same with her bouncing chest. Fuck, I can’t wait until I get to rub, suck and nip at her breasts.
The one time she sees me watching her, she turns bright red. She does try to outpace me but I just keep right next to her. Like I said, I’m not going to make this easy for her.
When we finally make it back to the house, we’re both pretty damn sweaty. Using a towel to wipe down, I make sure I do all I can to emphasize certain parts of my abs.
Heading inside, I quickly cook up a couple of steaks to go with our eggs. Lately, I’ve started adding spices and salsa to the eggs to give them a kick.
Sitting everything down in front of her, I watch as she wolfs down the food. She’s been eating more and packing on some healthy weight and it is definitely showing.
“We’re taking a day off today.”
Her eyes shoot up from her plate. “Why? Are we allowed?”
Chuckling loudly, I nod my head. “Yeah, we’re adults, we get to make those decisions. It’s a calculated one, as well. We need to destress. I can tell from the way you are running and sitting that you’re still full of tension. We need to fix that, for the both of us.”
“I still have to work today. At the restaurant that is.”
Frowning, I ask, “Can you call off?”
“I guess, but why?”
“I have a place we need to go to. It’s going to help us both a lot.”
“Okay, let me go call in.”
Waiting for her to return to the table, I run through my head the plans I have for the next couple of weeks. It’s going to be a busy time, and this is probably the last bit of free time I have left. There’s going to be press conferences, weigh-ins, the fight, and more press shit.