Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
But that’s not saying much.
Everything feels unique to my woman.
“Yeah?”
She laughs softly. “What I’m about to say might sound mean, but I don’t mean it to be, okay?”
“Okay…”
She sighs, brushing her dress down. The fabric is still clinging to her thighs, hugging her curvy legs.
She tugs on it, flashing me a look.
I can read it easily. That felt so good.
But then she focuses.
“I’m not confused like you were with Maddie,” she says.
Part of me wants to tell her to be quiet. Not because of what she’s saying – it’s glorious to see her this confident – but because hearing another woman’s name so close after what just happened makes my stomach twist tightly. There’s no place for that here, no place for any woman apart from her.
“This isn’t you sweeping me up with you, you know… I want the same, all that stuff you said.” She throws her hands up. “I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”
I step forward, softly touching her shoulders. “Just relax. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
That’s a lie, and we both know it. Lola’s clock ticks endlessly in the background.
Her shoulders sag as she sighs again. “Can we maybe walk and talk? I feel like I need to move.”
Taking her hand – and muttering a silent thanks that she didn’t run the moment I told her the truth – we turn away from the lake.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Faye
We walk down the wide road, sweat dripping down my body, causing my dress to stick to me. My heart is slamming so powerfully in my chest, driven by my first ever orgasm and by what Felix said, all of it.
“So you really do feel the same,” he mutters again.
As we walked, I told him all of it.
I told him how my crush was never just this vague thing but a big swirling mass of us.
I told him how I wanted the future he talked about, babies and laughter and love and all of it.
Looking at him, I can’t help but smile.
He’s staring at me with his glittering green eyes, his T-shirt damp with sweat like my dress, making it hug his muscular body.
And most importantly, he isn’t laughing. He isn’t running from me.
“Yes,” he says. “All of it. I can’t believe you feel the same.”
“I do,” I murmur.
I do, I imagine saying, looking up at him as we stand beneath the altar, his soft smile aimed down at me.
“That’s funny,” he says after a pause, taking my hand again despite the sweatiness.
“What is?”
“When you said I do, it took my mind somewhere. A day in the future. Where we’ll both say those words.”
I move closer to him, clasping onto his forearm. He’s so firm, so brimming with protective impulses, and he has the body to do it, to keep me safe…to keep us safe, our family.
“I thought that too,” I say. “But I never would’ve said it.”
“Why?”
“I guess I don’t want you to think I’m….”
“Crazy?” he cuts in, chuckling. “It’s like you said, Faye. We’re both crazy. But that’s fine, as long as it’s for each other.”
I gasp when he suddenly spins, grabbing my hips in that proprietary way of his. His forceful grip proves everything has always been leading to this. To his hands on my body, letting me know who I belong to.
He leans down, kissing me. My arms wrap around his shoulders. We melt into the kiss, even as a warning signal blares at the back of my mind.
Tell him, tell him, tell him!!!
I ignore it, kissing him even harder.
He moans gruffly as our mouths open, our tongues finding each other.
“I meant what I said,” he snarls as the kiss breaks off. “I own you. You need to be clear about that. I own your round juicy ass and your big beautiful tits. I own every single orgasm you’re ever going to have. I own every kiss, every moan of pleasure. I own you. Do you understand?”
I squeeze down on his chest, nodding. “Yes. But you have to know something, Felix.”
This is my chance to tell him. We must almost be at the cabin now. My calves are aching from all the walking, but mostly my chest is aching, my soul, my heart, my everything when I think about telling him.
Would it make him want me less? Or more?
He said he only wants me. Just me. Forever.
But the words won’t come out.
I try to force them, to make myself say them, but they won’t.
So I tell him something else instead, just as true.
“I own you too,” I say. “In all the ways you own me.”
“I know you do,” he says intensely, taking my hand and holding it tightly. “That’s exactly what I want.”
The cabin is clean and tidy, only a little dusty here and there.
I walk into the bedroom and put fresh sheets on the bed as Felix walks around in the next room, checking all the pipes and everything else.