Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Austin grips the back of his neck and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she kinda has been.”
Pride booms in my chest. I knew Becs would have my back with this.
I grin wide, but it quickly fades away when I look between the boys. “And as for you two?” I ask, nerves slicing through my veins like a million tiny razors. “Are things going to be okay here?”
“He’s said what he needed to say,” Austin informs me, sparing a cautious glance at Izaac. “And despite everything, he’s still my best friend. Assuming he’s down to forgive me too.”
Izaac scoffs. “Depends. Are you going to help me move all her shit into my place? I can’t do it on my own.”
“Uhhh . . . and what do you think I am?” I ask, offended by the idea that I won’t be very much help.
“A hindrance,” Izaac teases before focusing on the asshole before him. “What do you say? I don’t plan on walking away from her, and I’d really fucking like it if I didn’t have to walk away from you.”
Austin groans and looks around at the piles of my shit scattered from one end of my apartment to the next. “We can’t just call a moving company and go and get a beer instead?”
“Nope.”
“Then fine,” he says with a heavy sigh. “But do me a favor and keep your hands off her until I’m out of sight. I’m not even close to being ready to see that shit again.”
A wide smile pulls at my lips, and while everything is still strained between us, I know everything is going to be okay, especially when I go to throw myself at him again and he quickly evades my affection. “Ughhh, get away,” he grunts, my playful, pain-in-the-ass brother is back from the dead. “There’s no telling where those hands have been.”
I can’t help but laugh as Austin rolls his eyes, and not a moment later, he has his car keys in his hand. “I’ll go find boxes and tape,” he says, turning on his heel, clearly not thrilled about being roped into helping us. “And when I get back, I swear to God, if I can smell sex in the air, we’re really going to have problems.”
Austin disappears out the door, and I burst into laughter just as Izaac grabs me and pulls me against his chest, his strong arms so perfectly wrapped around me. “I love you so fucking much,” he says and every syllable out of his mouth does things to me I never knew were possible.
His lips drop to mine, and he kisses me deeply. “Say it again,” I murmur against his warm lips, knowing with every fiber of my soul that I will never get used to how good it sounds to hear those words on his lips.
“I’m in love with you, Aspen,” he tells me, pulling back just an inch to meet my stare. “I’m done pulling away and denying what was right here all along. You’re mine and I’m yours, and I’m ready to start building a life with you. I’ve already wasted so much time.”
“You really mean it?” I ask. “We’re doing this?”
“Fuck yeah, we are,” he tells me, grabbing my ass and hoisting me into his arms. “Now, shut up and kiss me before I’m forced to throw you down on that coffee table and fuck you until you scream.”
My brow arches as I hold his stare, my core already throbbing. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Banks,” I warn him, already getting wet at just the thought of what he could do to me. “Not unless you can back it up.”
He stares right back at me, a wicked grin stretching across his perfect lips as he turns and walks through the threshold of my bedroom. “Oh, I can more than back it up.”
“Prove it,” I challenge, the giddiness rocking through me as his hands tighten on my ass. “But you should know, I don’t plan on changing my mind until I’ve been thoroughly fucked, and something tells me that could take hours.”
“Your brother will be back in twenty minutes tops,” he warns me.
I grin wide, desperate to feel the way he so easily sets my body on fire. “Then you better lock the door because I don’t intend on making this a quick game, and I can guarantee that he’s not going to like what he hears when he walks back into my apartment.”
“You’re fucking trouble, Birdy.”
I hear the soft click of the bedroom door locking, and when Izaac’s heated gaze returns to mine, the air between us becomes electrified. He kisses me deeply, and not a moment later, he throws me down on my bed before shrugging out of his shirt. As my greedy gaze takes in his sculpted body, he comes down on top of me, more than ready to spend every minute of the rest of our lives giving me everything he’s got.