Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Well,” I start, trying to think of the last wedding I went to. “I won’t be walking down the aisle with him, but yeah, after the ceremony, I’ll be walking up the aisle with him. And I’m not sure if there’s a bridal party dance or not.”
He shakes his head. “Well, fuck. It’s going to kill me to know you’re walking or dancing arm in arm with Kanan.”
I shake my head not understanding. “What? He’s a good guy.”
He growls. He literally growls at me. “I don’t want to hear you talk about other men, Liv.”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s being ridiculous. “Jason, Kanan is your best friend.”
He reaches for me, wrapping his hands around my waist and then pulling me to his lap. I go to his favorite position, straddling him. I pull at his shirt I’m wearing. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He groans and reaches between my legs, stroking his finger through my slit. I press into his hand. “Argh! What are you doing to me, Jason Hawk?”
“Go to the wedding with me, be my date?”
My eyes snap open. “That’s what I was going to ask you.”
He grits his teeth. “There’s more.”
I press my finger against his forehead to try and smooth the pinched-up skin. “Okay. What is it?”
He does that thing I like. He puts his hands at my waist and slides me down until I’m pressed against his core. Between that and his fingers gently stroking my clit, I can barely think straight. He’s slow in his response and words it as he touches me. “When you walk with Kanan, you think of me. When you dance with Kanan, which will be one dance and only one dance, you think of me. And then when you’re not doing your bridesmaid duties, you are with me, by my side, in my arms.”
A heat envelops me. If I hadn’t already fallen for this man, there’s no resisting him now. It’s like he knows exactly what I need to hear from him. I try to calm my voice, but it’s a little shaky. “I can do that.”
He smiles. “Good. And tomorrow is the bachelor/bachelorette party.”
I lift up and glide my core against the bulge in his shorts. I know I’m making a mess of them, but I doubt he cares. “Yes, it is. I’ll be there.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Yeah, and as you’re there with your friends, probably drinking and misbehaving, know that afterwards you’ll be coming home with me.”
I reach into his shorts and wrap my hand around his girth. “So basically what you're saying is that all our friends are going to know we’re together.”
He pauses for a second, and a strained look comes over his face. “Is that a problem?”
“No,” I tell him instantly.
He nods in approval. “That’s good because it won’t be our friends. Any man that comes near you is going to know you’re mine, Liv. Remember what I told you. I wasn’t joking. You’re mine. I don’t share.”
I tremble. What he’s saying should freak me out right now, but surprisingly it doesn’t. “Okay.” I moan as I take him out of his shorts and hover over him to put him where I want him.
He holds my hips, not letting me slide down on him. I search his face and whine, “Jason.”
He shakes his head. His face is strained, but he’s not giving in. “Say it first, Liv. Tell me what I want to hear.”
I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”
He nods his head and pulls me down, sheathing his cock with my body. “That’s right, baby. You’re mine.”
He takes great pleasure in proving it to me the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 23
JASON
I walked Olivia to her car this morning and now I’m sitting outside the procedure room at the compound. I'm thinking about last night and this morning with Olivia. It couldn’t have been more perfect. When I woke up with her body pressed against me and in my arms, I lay there as still as I possibly could. I want more mornings like today.
But first I have to get through this appointment.
“Hey, Jason, Dr. Beem will see you now.”
I stand up and slowly walk through the room, down the hallway and follow the nurse into the procedure room. “Dr. Beem will be in shortly.”
I nod and mumble, “Thanks.”
The door clicks as it closes, and I sit here in silence. I’m completely on edge. The feelings from yesterday resurface. Months ago, the question I would always ask myself is how will I function if my sight doesn’t come back? Now all I can think about is what will happen between Olivia and me if my sight doesn’t return. She doesn’t want to spend the rest of her life with a blind guy.
I unclench my hand that is wrapped tightly around my cane and then set it between my legs.