Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Then we separated, but only so I could watch Jamie make us homemade pancakes and staying glued to his front made that a challenge. When it was time to eat and we’d made it to the couch, I was back to pressing close. I sat on his lap, feeding him and myself from the same plate while Jamie channel surfed.
I was right. We did eat before we had sex. Only Jamie didn’t fuck me like he originally implied.
We made love.
It was slow. It was sweet. It was unbelievably hot. It was a little sticky, on account of the syrup.
It was right.
It was perfect.
* * *
The wind was in my hair. The sun was beating down on my skin.
I had my arms circled around Jamie’s waist, hands locked together on his stomach. My eyes were pinched shut and my face was buried in his back.
You’d think I wasn’t enjoying my first ride on Jamie’s bike, but I was totally enjoying it.
I was too scared to open my eyes. I was terrified of the other cars around us. But this … felt … amazing.
And Jamie knew I was liking it. Even though I had a death grip on him and my body was rigid and showing signs of anxiety, my laughter and squeals every time he sped up were letting him know differently. Plus, every time we stopped, I hollered out, “This is awesome!” over the rumbling of the pipes.
It was awesome. I could totally get used to traveling like this and hopefully open my eyes eventually.
Last night Jamie asked me to move in and expressed his desire for everything a future could hold with me, then we made love and I fell asleep with one of the biggest smiles on my face, happier than I could remember ever being.
That happiness was possibly getting trumped today.
The sun was high in the sky, on account of it being close to noon. It was a beautiful day. Jamie was taking me to work and then picking me up after, and then?
Then we were starting the process of me moving in.
Pack. Discuss what was going with me and what I could either sell or get rid of. Talk to Jamie’s dad about eventually listing my house and all the details involved in that.
I wasn’t scared. Not anymore. Not one bit.
Clinging to Jamie as he whipped us down the highway with what felt like lightning speed, I was terrified. Enjoying it, but terrified.
But moving in with the man I wanted down the road with, nope. Not at all.
Bring. It. On.
The bike slowed down and I peeked an eye open, thinking we were coming to another red light but then seeing the side of Whitecaps, its worn white wood and boat-style windows, and realizing we’d arrived.
The parking lot was nearly full, meaning we were slammed already, and there were also groups of people walking up from the beach and others heading back down the sandy path that led to it with bags in their hands.
That was typical for a Saturday when it was still warm out. People either came in to eat to get a break from the sun or took their food to go.
Either way, Whitecaps was going to make a killing today by the looks of it.
The gravel popped under the tires as Jamie pulled us into the parking lot. I sat up tall, both eyes open now, and watched heads turn and gazes follow Jamie, especially the women who were outside.
Really couldn’t blame them. He looked exceptionally sexy on a bike.
All that hair blowing in the wind. Those tanned arms thick with muscle peeking out from his T-shirt. Sexy.
I released my arms from around him and maneuvered off after he pulled us into a space and cut the engine. Then, standing beside the bike, I threw my hands into the air and pumped my fists, yelling, “That was coolest ride of my life!”
Jamie smiled huge looking over at me. “You see any of it?” he asked, swinging his leg off, throwing the kickstand down, pivoting, and then leaning back against the bike.
“Not a thing!” I yelled, just as enthusiastically.
Arms pulled across his chest, Jamie threw his head back and laughed.
“Still. So. Freaking. Cool!” I unclipped my helmet, took it off, and handed it over. “I need to get one of these so you can wear yours,” I told Jamie after he took the helmet, then I went on to say as I fixed my ponytail, “I didn’t like you not wearing anything. Plus, I’m pretty sure the law says you need to.”
“Better you wearin’ it than me,” he said, twisting and letting his helmet hang off his handlebar, then turning back to me.
I tucked my overgrown bangs behind my ears and stepped forward, getting between his legs, circled my hands around his neck, and pressed my forehead to his. “Your head is just as precious as mine. I don’t want anything happening to it,” I said, not sounding enthusiastic anymore but meaning my words just as much.