Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Maybe it was unfair, and part of it was selfish of me, but Genesis had no business marrying at twenty. Not to Bowie. Not to anyone. If I could make him call off the wedding, she’d be hurt, yes. But I’d be here for her. I would make sure she got over it quickly. I was the better man for her anyway.
Honestly, the past few nights, I’d come real damn close to stepping over a line and showing her how I could meet those other needs of hers too. If I wasn’t terrified of losing her, I would. It had been weeks since I’d fucked, and that was a record. And it wasn’t because I hadn’t had the chance.
It was because since I’d been sleeping in bed with Genesis—smelling her and feeling her warm, soft body against mine—I hadn’t been able to be with someone else. It had been frustrating at first, but I was starting to embrace it.
Her sleeping down the hall in bed with Bowie though was about more than I could fucking handle. Apparently, she wasn’t having the same issues I was.
If I heard them having sex, I might lose my shit. Closing my eyes, I tried like hell to go to sleep. It wasn’t happening. Glancing at Jagger, all wrapped up and peaceful, I eased out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I tried to ignore the closed bedroom door taunting me just a few feet away.
The light from the kitchen spilled from the doorway, and at first, I thought I’d forgotten to turn it off when I went to bed since I had been the last one up. However, when I walked into the room, I found Genesis drinking a glass of milk, leaning up against the bar, staring straight ahead.
Her eyes swung to mine, and she straightened. “Is everything okay?” she asked, looking worried.
This was her first night not sleeping in the room with Jagger. I hadn’t thought about how that would affect her. Damn if I didn’t like that she missed us … him.
“Jag is all good. I couldn’t sleep. Missed my bed buddy,” I said quietly in case dickhead was still awake.
She rolled her eyes, but there was a grin tugging at her lips. I wanted to kiss that fucking beauty mark so damn bad. My eyes dropped to stare at it. Why that spot got to me so bad, I didn’t know, but it did.
“I’m sure you will survive without me,” she replied.
My eyes shot back up to hers. “I’m not so sure.”
For a moment, we stood there in silence, staring at each other. I was waiting on her to break the eye contact. Get all awkward and rush off to the bedroom. She didn’t though. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and my cock was instantly hard.
“Baby Doll,” I warned, taking a step toward her.
She swallowed hard, and her eyes lifted to meet mine. She wanted me. It was all there in her gaze. The pulse in her neck that gave her away was drawing me closer. Bowie was down the hallway. She was engaged to him. But, dammit, she belonged to me.
Just before I reached her, she set the glass down and rushed past me. I closed my eyes and sighed as her footsteps faded down the hallway. Gripping the edge of the sink, I hung my head. I wanted my best friend. I wanted her naked and underneath me. Fuck, I wanted to bend her over this sink or put her on the bar and spread her legs. Wincing as my cock throbbed in my sweatpants, I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was gonna do. She had wanted me. I could see it all over her face, but she’d run. She was a good girl. She wasn’t about to cheat on her fiancé.
I reached for the milk she’d left behind and drank it down, then rinsed the glass and loaded it into the dishwasher.
Heading back down the hall, I felt a heaviness in my chest. I hated that door up ahead. I hated that she was in there with him. She belonged with me, but it had taken me too long to accept the truth. What if I was too late to change her mind? What if she wanted to marry Bowie because she did love him in a way she didn’t love me?
I stepped back into my bedroom and stared down at my son, made sure he was breathing, took off my sweatpants, then climbed back into my empty bed.
When the first hungry cry woke me, I was surprised I’d fallen asleep. Sitting up, I glanced at my phone to see the time. It was after two. Right on schedule. I started to get up when Genesis opened the door.
“I’ll get the bottle,” she told me, then turned and headed down the hallway.