Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Knox.” I pull my fingers out of her, reluctantly, wanting to taste her sweetness on my fingers. Instead, what I find has me backing away, practically running away. No, I’d be the fucking bastard who just took her innocence while finger-fucking her in a god damn barn.
Six
Blakely
“Knox,” I tried to get his attention, but the minute he pulled away, seeing the same thing I saw, he bolted. His back to me, moving as quickly as he could. My eyes don’t leave him, not until he’s completely gone. I never took him for a coward, but acting this way means that’s exactly what he is. I’m not sticking around for the next barb he’ll throw at me. If this is how he wants to play this game, then I’m not going to be the one to be his verbal punching bag. He may think I’m not good enough for him, which, by the way, he was pressed against me, his solid body blanketing mine, his hardness telling me way more than he’ll ever admit.
I make sure the hem of my dress is down, the wetness clinging to the insides of my legs. There’s nothing I can do about that. Even if the slight pain between them is aching. I still do what needs to be done and walk out of the barn. My head is down as I breathe through the fact that I need to curb this fascination I have with Knox, and do it as soon as I can get this stupid heart of mine to listen. My mind is on getting home. I figure I can call the McCray house or text one of my parents. I walk out of the barn, being careful not to let the door slam behind me and making sure the door clicks shut. That’s all I’d need, for anyone to see there’s a light on, figuring out what went on. There are a lot of things I can suck up, but having everyone on the surrounding farms know just what happened is not one of them.
“Where’s the fire, young whippersnapper?” My head is down, hands crossed on my chest, and I’m so deep in concentration that I don’t hear Trace walk up. Why couldn’t my feelings be towards him, the goof of the McCrays who never takes anything serious, and wears his heart on his sleeve? Too bad he’s like a brother you never thought you’d ever need or have. Trace practically names himself the matchmaker when it comes to Knox and me. So far, his batting average is a big fat zero. I still love him in that brotherly way, you know, when he pulls your hair and runs off, so you hide a frog under his pillow. Yep, that may have happened a time or two in our years of friendship
“Nowhere. I always did hate that saying. Hey, will you tell my parents I’m going to head home?” I ask him. He’s been team Blakely and Knox all the way, but whatever is written on my face must tell him I’m not in the mood to talk.
“How about this? You sit tight, I’ll go tell them, and then I’ll give you a ride. Don’t let him see you this torn up. His head ain’t straight. One day, he’ll figure it out.” He squeezes my bicep.
“It’s okay. I could use the walk. I’ll go through the gate. That way, I’m not out on the road,” I tell him.
“Fine, you do that, but you better call or text me the second your ass is in the house.” His voice is sterner than I’m used to hearing.
“I will, promise.” Trace lets me go. My head goes back down, and even though I can feel Knox’s eyes on me the entire trek I make until I hit the tree line, he doesn’t come after me. Like I said, Knox McCray is a coward, and at this point in my life, I don’t need the aggravation. He may think I’m some young little girl, but he hasn’t seen just what I’m made of.
Seven
Knox
“Man, one day, you’re going to fuck up, and she’s never going to want anything to do with you again.” I thought I got away from everyone, but apparently not.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a meddlesome fool?”
“Maybe, but at least I’m not a pussy by not going after the woman I want. And I gotta tell you, I’m thinking Blake is more than likely moving on.” He rubs at his chin, like he’s deep in thought. Which is a joke in itself. There’s nothing serious about him.
“I’m thinking it’s not your business what happens between Blake and me.” I’m sitting on my front porch, which is set up much like Trace’s. It’s the length of the house, a couple of chairs are set up with a table to hold my beer, and that’s about it.