Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Sutton crouched next to the bike and squinted as he inspected every inch. “Maybe it’s the wiring.”
“Maybe, but Rusty didn’t mention anything about it.”
Sutton ignored him and went over to the toolbox. He searched for a moment, then grabbed a wrench and started back over to the bike like he was about to solve world hunger with it. I leaned against the door frame and watched as he started breaking it down.
As I stood there, I found myself staring at Sutton. It was hard not to. He was so damn handsome. Too handsome. I was captivated by the way he moved, so self-assured and determined. He was crouched low, and his muscles flexed beneath his shirt. I could almost imagine myself reaching out and touching them—right along with the tattoos that were peeking out from his T-shirt.
Bridget was right.
I was smitten with him.
I just had no idea what I was going to do about it.
He and Goose stayed at it for almost an hour—arguing back and forth, twisting and turning every movable part, and neither of them seemed to have a clue why it wouldn’t start. I walked over and eased the back door open before asking, “You boys okay?”
“Been better.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I giggled.
“Something funny?”
“Oh, yeah.” I motioned my hand between them and the bike. “This whole thing has been the most entertainment I’ve had all week.”
“She’s got jokes.”
“Oh, no. I’m serious as can be.” I placed my hand on my hip as I teased, “You boys need me to call over to the clubhouse and get some of the guys to come give you a hand?”
Sutton shot me a look over his shoulder. “We’ve got this under control.”
“You sure about that?” I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the bike. “‘Cause from what I can tell, it’s still not running.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Goose shook his head dramatically. “Just like a woman to talk smack when a man’s trying to get things done.”
“I’d call it ‘helpful commentary’.”
“You better get your woman, brother.”
“I’m going. I’m going.” I held up my hands in surrender, then started backing up. “You want me to call and order the pizza, or should I wait until you get this bike thing figured out.”
“Go on and call ‘em.” Sutton tossed his wrench back into the toolbox. “I’m done with this shit for the day.”
“You’re just gonna leave it?” Goose fussed.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Sutton started walking up the front steps as he told him, “We’ll figure it out in the morning.”
“What about the pizza?”
“Goodbye, Goose.”
Sutton opened the door and walked into the house, letting the screen door slam behind him. I might’ve felt bad for Goose if I hadn’t known how he and Sutton were with one another. They gave as good as they got, and they were better friends for it.
I ordered the pizza while Sutton took a shower and changed clothes. As soon as he was done, he came into the living room. The dirt and grime was gone from his clothes, and he smelled like soap and cologne. He sat down in his recliner as he asked, “So, what about that movie?”
“We’re game if you are.”
“Absolutely.” He reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels. “I’m guessing the movie I suggested earlier is out?”
“Afraid so.”
“What movie?” Toby piped in.
“Doesn’t matter.” Sutton cocked his brow. “Your mother says it’s a no-go, so it’s a no-go.”
“Aw, man.” Toby fell back into the cushions with a huff. “I bet it was something cool like Deadpool or something.”
Sutton glanced over at me with a smirk, but he didn’t say a word. He kept flipping through until he found the robot movie I’d mentioned. “How about this one?”
“Looks good to me.”
He started the movie, and we hadn’t been watching it for long when the pizza arrived. I grabbed us some paper plates from the kitchen while Sutton got us some drinks, and then we made a makeshift picnic in the living room and ate as we continued the movie.
Once we finished eating, Toby got back up on the sofa with me, and I covered us both with a blanket. It wasn’t long before he started to get still, and his eyes started to grow heavy. I knew it was only a matter of time before he crashed. Glancing over at Sutton, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw that his eyes were glued to the screen. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about watching a cartoon, especially one about a robot, but he was clearly captivated by it.
And just like that, I found myself staring at him again. While I enjoyed looking at him, it was his lips that fascinated me most. I could stare at them for hours, and all the while, I would imagine pressing my lips to his, feeling them on my neck or better yet, that sweet spot on the crook of my inner thigh.