Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 28035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Hundreds of comments fill my feed, all of them asking if it was the hot guy from the other night. I don’t want to say. Dane might not want to be known. He doesn't even have social media. I didn't know there were people out there without social media. He pointed out he wasn’t social. Which made me laugh. Then he’d kissed me, and I stopped laughing.
“I’m seeing someone,” I finally say. “Yes, I think it’s serious.” We seem to live together. I leave that part out because my following put that together all on their own and I didn't notice myself. “But I wanted to let everyone know I’m alive and well. I’ll be—” I stop talking when one of the comments asks if that’s him and then my comments explode so fast I can't keep up.
I turn my head to see a shirtless Dane standing there in sweatpants. His eyes are still filled with sleep, and his hair is messed up from my fingers. He looks so damn handsome.
“You left the bed,” he says.
“I’m recording. It’s live.” I point to my laptop. “Where is your shirt?”
“I don’t know. You’re always stealing them.”
“It’s not stealing, I’m borrowing it.”
“Just come back to bed. We don’t need a shirt.” My mouth falls open for a second. I shut my laptop quickly, cutting off the live feed.
“I was live! Everyone saw this.” I motion towards his chest as I get to my feet. “And what you said.”
“Now you get why I hate your bikini.” He had a very valid point there. I skip past it because I love going to the pier with Cece for food and getting a little sun.
“It doesn't bother you that people might ask questions about you now?”
“Nope. Now they know you have a man.” A huge smile forms on his face. I’m learning quickly that Dane is possessive when it comes to me. It should annoy me, but the last thing my body feels is annoyed when he’s laying claim to me.
“Caveman.” He only smirks. “Did you notice that it looks like I live here?” I pick up one of the throw pillows. We’re separated by a loveseat.
“It looks good around here. Smells good too.”
“Why thank you. I got—” I trail off. He totally side stepped my question. “Wait a second. You’re avoiding the fact that you pretty much moved me in with you.”
“Now that I think about it.” Finally he’s going to admit what he’s done. “You’re wearing the shirt I had on last night.” I look down at myself. I am in yoga pants and one of my own shirts. I knew better than to record while wearing a man’s shirt. People would catch on real quick. I’m seeing now none of that matters.
“This isn't—” I’m again cut off when he grabs me. How the man moves so fast I’ll never know. For such a solid man he is quick on his feet. I’m over his shoulder before I know what’s happening. “You can sex me all you want but I’m going to bring this up again! You can’t avoid it forever.”
He drops me down onto the bed. He stands on the side of the bed. “You want to go back next door?” he asks.
“Does my answer matter?”
He lets out a deep breath and I get it. No, he wants me to stay put and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. But it would hurt him if I said I wanted to leave. “Sweets, answer the question.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I admit. I prop myself up on my elbows.
“We’re going to need a bigger place.” He’s already planning our future. Or more putting it to words because it’s clear he’s been thinking about this already. Not to mention all the unprotected sex we’ve been having. I’ve pointed out multiple times that I’m not on anything. That didn’t stop him from coming inside of me again and again. He knew I was his forever. I think from the very start.
“We’re in love.” I smile up at him.
“Fuck yes, we’re in love.” He comes down over me. I can’t contain my laugh. “Say it.” I wrap myself around him.
“I love you, Dane.”
“I love you too, sweets.” He kisses me and shows me without words how much he does love me.
Nineteen
Dane
“Don’t answer it,” I growl.
Joy’s arm stops mid-stretch. “But it could be Bells and Mick.”
Sweat rolls down the side of my face. “I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. I’m close. She’s close. Nothing is going to stop me. Not a bullet. Not a bab— “Oh fuck.” The real world rushes back in. Bells is expecting any day now and we promised to be at the hospital with them.
“Yeah.” Joy looks over her shoulder reluctantly before answering the phone.
Meanwhile, I stroke a hand over her damp ass. I love fucking her in every position but there’s something extra erotic when she’s on all fours and her ass is shaking every time I hammer my cock into her tight cunt.