Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The moment he got proof of what we’d been doing—IE seeing my dick in the wide open air with her juices still clinging to it—he’d gone ape shit.
I’d had to pull her back into my truck just in time to intercept a slap that’d been aimed at her face.
After that, it’d gone even further down hill, making me leave before it could get any worse.
After taking hours to cool off, I’d spoken to her, and she’d been unfazed. Apparently, that was a normal thing for her.
Normally, I’d question her, but she’d been acting out of it ever since.
And now, twenty minutes after waking up, she informed me that she was going to church. With the same man that’d been less than an inch away from putting a bruise on her delicate skin.
“You’re shitting me,” I repeated when she didn’t respond to my question.
She sighed.
“I have to go,” she replied. “I’m going.”
Her firm answer had me crawling out of bed even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
Today was the only day that I had off during the week, and I wanted to spend it in that shit-hole church about as much as I wanted to have a colonoscopy in ten years.
“You don’t have to…” I shot her a look before she could finish that sentence.
“Shut it.” I grunted, “I’m not getting dressed up, though.”
Her mouth twitched.
“I’m wearing my clothes from last night,” she said, pointing down at her jeans and t-shirt. Clothes that we’d stopped at her house to get so she could help work on my place.
Though, we hadn’t gotten much work done, and that’d been because the moment that she’d bent over in her yoga pants, she’d inadvertently exposed the wet spot on her crotch—leaving me with visuals of my come smearing the inside of her thighs.
Which then led to a whole lot of dirty sex, and us exhausted in my bed for the rest of the night watching movies and making love.
“Are you going to get into trouble for that, too?” I growled.
Hennessy shrugged. “I’m going because if I don’t, the congregation will wonder if you’ve killed me after everyone witnessed yesterday’s fiasco.”
I gritted my teeth and looked away, unwilling to think about all the accusations that I was sure the town was throwing around.
If I didn’t have a job and a house that I fucking loved because the woman I loved loved it, I’d leave this town with her at my side and never look back.
But, I did. I had that, and I knew that it wouldn’t be fair to her to leave.
So, I got ready for church, forwent breakfast because I thought that it wouldn’t go down well when I was about to do what I was about to do, and went to fucking church.
It was a wonder I didn’t start to burn the minute I breached the doors.
“We’re not going to go to Sunday School,” she said quietly as we walked into the front foyer. “We’re going to go straight to church.”
Yay.
Not.
“Fine with me,” I grunted, placing my hand on her back and guiding her into the double doors.
Of course, we’d arrived almost too late.
Meaning when we’d walked into the church itself, everyone and their brother turned to see who the latecomers were.
And that meant that I caught every single grimace, horror-filled look, and surprise that we’d come in all of twenty seconds of being inside the doors.
The whispers started immediately, and I grimaced.
I fucking hated church.
The only reason I’d come when I was young was because my grandmother had begged and pleaded, and sometimes my mom could goad me into attending.
Speaking of my grandmother, I immediately spotted her in the middle row.
Nobody was sitting around her, meaning she saved me a spot just like she had for likely the last few weeks since I’d arrived back home.
She’d always done that—saved me a spot next to her.
I’d always refused to attend once I was able to make that decision, but still, she saved the seat.
Today being no different.
Which immediately made me feel guilty for not going to visit her sooner. Though, admittedly, I hadn’t wanted to see the disappointment in her eyes that I knew was going to be there.
I walked up to my grandmother’s side—one of the only people that hadn’t turned around to see the latecomers, and dropped my hand on her shoulder.
She startled, looked at me, and her entire fucking face lit up.
Fuck.
“You saving me a seat?”
Her eyes filled with tears, and I realized two things.
One, I was a complete and utter asshole for writing her off like I’d done everyone else in this town. This woman loved me, and would never stop.
Two, I needed to spend more time with her. She was looking old, and that was saying something since she was old when I left.
She immediately scooted over, and I followed her in.