Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He holds me and lays me down next to him. He’s cocooned around me, and I’m already drifting in and out of sleep. It isn’t long before I’m passed out in his arms, dreaming of forever.
Chapter 9
Gavin
I jolt awake and then lie perfectly still, trying to get my bearings. In the Army, I would wake up at all hours and never really slept a lot. These last few hours are probably the deepest I’ve ever slept. Cassie is half on top of me, her legs intertwined with mine, and her arm is sprawled across my stomach.
My hand on her back slides down her naked form, and already my heart starts racing at the thought that I could have her again. I could roll her to her back and bury my cock deep inside her. That’s what I’m craving to do. But I know I can’t.
Somewhere in the third time I had her last night, she grimaced in pain, and I knew that I had pushed her too hard. I tried to stop, but she begged me not to, and so I finished, bringing her another orgasm and then shooting my seed deep inside her womb.
No matter how much I want her, I know I can’t. I need to give her time to heal and time to figure out what she wants to do. All I know is I have to get out of this bed before I find myself in a situation where I can’t stop.
I kiss her lightly on the top of her head and slowly start to move. I slide out from the bed and stand over her, watching her sleep. Already, after one night she is an addiction. Nothing has changed. I’m still not good for her, but I don’t know how I’m going to let her go.
I grab my clothes and walk out into the living room to get dressed. I need a distraction. I put on my boots and walk out the back door to cut wood and release some of my frustration.
Cassie
The sound of the door shutting jars me awake. I slide my hand across the bed, and I can still feel the warmth from where Gavin was lying next to me. I curl to my side, pulling his pillow to my face, and breathe in his scent. I still can’t believe we slept together last night. My thoughts start to stray that maybe it was because he had been without someone for so long, maybe that’s why he was unable to resist me. I can still see the dominating look in his eyes. He wanted me, there was no doubt. I’m just not sure why.
I climb out of bed and go to the guest room, grab some clothes, and get straight into the shower, letting the hot water roll down my body. I don’t take long because I’m excited and a little anxious to see Gavin.
After getting ready, I go to the living room and then the kitchen. I realize I’m holding my breath in anticipation and let it out in a long, steady breath. Because I don’t know what else to do, I prepare the turkey and put it in the oven for dinner later. When I hear a cracking noise outside, I go to the window and look. Gavin is standing there, an ax over his head before he smashes it down to break the wood. Over and over, he does the same movements, and I just stand here and watch him. His face seems locked in a permanent scowl as he wipes the sweat from his brow.
My stomach starts to turn, and I’m wondering if he’s regretting last night. I guess there’s only one way to find out. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, put my shoes and jacket on, and walk outside.
He sees me. I know he does. But he doesn’t stop working. My heart seems to drop in my chest, but I keep moving until I’m standing next to him.
“Hey!” I say when he briefly looks up at me.
“Hey,” he says and brings the ax down on another piece of wood.
I feel like a fool to keep holding out the bottle of water and him not taking it, so I finally set it down against a rock. When I look at him again, he’s staring at me, but quickly averts his eyes. “You okay?” I ask.
He nods his head. “You okay?”
I just shrug my shoulders because honestly I feel like my heart is breaking in two.
He winces and swings on another piece of wood with more force, a grunt filling the air between us.
So this is it. I wondered even last night if he would regret it all this morning. I hoped not, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I stand and watch him, committing it all to memory. The way his hair lies over his brow, the stubble of his chin, the dark blue of his eyes that seem darker than they did yesterday. The way he moves and the way his muscles flex. Watching him reminds me of last night in his arms, and I try to hold on to those feelings too. I don’t want to forget a thing.