Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Every juicy detail. Gotta say. Made me happy to hear certain details. Pissed me off about other shit.” He bites my earlobe. “Thought you weren’t with anyone back home?”
“I’m not. I was lying to rile you up, which didn’t even seem to work.”
He tugs me closer. “Oh, it worked, alright. Saw fucking red thinking about anyone having you like this. Been seeing red for a year and a half now.”
His comment jolts my heart, and I quiver in his arms. I adjust myself and cause him to slide out of me, but I need to see his eyes. To know if he’s being truthful or feeding me lies. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you still think about that? It’s been almost two years.”
“Because I’ve never stopped thinking about you. Not a single minute goes by that you’re not at the front of my thoughts. My dreams. I meant what I said the other night, Cal. I love you. Never stopped. Never will—”
I lift up on my toes and kiss him. I’m hoping the shower masks the tears that start to fall. I kiss him, using my lips to express how wrecked I am without him. My heart has always beat for him. And he’s the only one on my mind when I lay in bed at night. Because I haven’t stopped loving him, either.
“I love you, too. I lied earlier. I love you so much,” I confess through my tears. I keep kissing him because I need him to know. To feel it. To understand just how crazy in love I am with him.
I feel him get hard again, pressing against my stomach. I become crazed with emotion. He reads me like a book, always knowing when I’m in need, and lifts me into his arms. Just as crazed, he slides back inside me.
“Love you, too. Cal. You’re mine. Always.” Then he makes the sweetest kind of love to me. Even after the water runs cold, we fuck. Make love. Whisper sweet words of affirmation to each other. And when I let go for the third time, I silently vow that maybe I won’t kill my friends anymore because this has turned out to be the sweetest bestie betrayal ever.
Chapter twelve
Easton
“Don’t just stare at it. Tell me what you fucking think, man? Think she’ll like it?”
Russ shrugs. His lips are turned. “I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s kind of soon?”
“Hell no. I would have done it that night at the bar if she wouldn’t have thought I was some kind of fucking stalker. Dude, you’re supposed to be happy for me. Why the frown?”
“Just think it’s a fast move.”
“Well, my man. When you know, you know. Gonna head home now and set the mood. She’s out running some secret errand. I’ll keep you posted. Wish me luck. . .”
***
“Try this.” I reach over the counter.
“What is it?”
“There’s a small shop in town that sells real maple. Gave me a recipe to make candied bacon. It’s life-changing.” She accepts the bacon.
“Martinis are life-changing. I don’t know about bacon. Which. God, I miss martinis.” She takes a bite and groans. “Okay, maybe martinis and candied bacon. This is so good.”
“Told you.”
“Speaking of martinis, any update on the weather? It doesn’t seem to be snowing. Think they’ll start working on the roads soon?”
“Not sure. You ready to bail?” I keep my face passive despite my jaw being ready to snap. The thought of her leaving after this morning . . .
“No. Just thinking about that martini. Why? Are you thinking about how nice it will feel to throw me out?”
I hand her another strip of bacon. “Only place I’m throwing you is onto my cock. Eat up. We can try and get into your car today. Unless going commando is your thing.”
She chuckles, causing my dick to jerk against my jeans. “I’ve always valued the purpose of underwear. But if I had to sacrifice something. . .” she says, shrugging.
“Good, I like you like that. Easier for me.” Her eyes flash with that hungry look. The one she’s been wearing all morning. Fuck, I’ve been inside her five times now, and I’m already aching for more.
“Okay, well, I’m going to go pee, then get dressed. Any chance you know if the WiFi will be up anytime soon?”
“No, why?”
“Just work stuff. Technically, this was a ‘working’ vacation. I have deadlines to meet.”
“I’ll look into it.”
“Thanks.” She smiles, hops off the stool, and saunters down the hall. I watch her disappear into the bathroom.
There’s a crackling sound, then two beeps come from the corner of the living room. My eyes dart to the CB, and Sammy’s voice comes through the speaker. “Easton, come in. You there, Easton?”
Fuck. My eyes flash to the closed bathroom door. I storm over to the CB, picking up the receiver. “Yeah, I’m here.”