Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Goddammit.
My eyes moved away, and I found my eyes tuning into Janie’s dogs.
“Your dogs are trying to dig under the fence,” I muttered.
Janie turned and ran forward, bending down to the dogs’ level to scold them.
She had her finger pointed at Glock’s nose, and she was lecturing him on why he shouldn’t do that, but all I could fucking look at was her ass in those pants.
I found my feet moving forward despite my brain screaming at me to stop.
I walked up until the large pillar hid my body from view and said, “Do you think that’s going to help?”
Janie screeched and whirled, losing her balance.
I caught her before she could so much as tip slightly to the side.
And that was how I finally lost control.
Feeling her body pressed against mine, having those soft curves pressed against my sharp angles…I lost it.
My mouth found hers, and suddenly I lost the ability to make rational decisions.
My tongue moved out the moment our lips met and licked at the gloss. Apple. Her lips tasted like goddamn apple.
My. Fucking. Favorite.
I had a thing for apple.
It was my weakness.
The actual fruit. Apple muffins. Apple Cake. Apple ice cream.
Anything apple would do. I didn’t discriminate against anything apple.
And Janie’s lips tasting like my favorite thing in the world?
That was what caused me to do things I would’ve never normally done—at least that was what I kept telling myself.
My hands went up to her lower back, and I pulled her even tighter against me.
I’d never, not once in my life, lost control like I had in that moment.
I backed her up until she was pressed against the large stone pillar and plastered my body to her from chest to knees.
Janie’s hands went to the fabric of my shirt and fisted, pulling me impossibly tighter.
My tongue tangled with hers, and I was so fucking turned on that I knew, had what happened next not happened, I would’ve taken her right then and there.
“Janie?” Sam called out. “Your fucking dogs better not be digging a hole in my wife’s goddamn flower beds, or I’ll never hear the end of it!”
I pushed off with a snarl and stared at Janie.
She stared right back, wide-eyed, mouth swollen from my kiss.
Her chest was heaving, and I nearly fucking came at the sight of her so disheveled.
Then, without another word, I turned my back on her—which was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do—and went to my bike.
I didn’t look at her again as I started it and walked it backward out of the driveway.
Why?
Because I knew if I did, I’d be making the same mistake again, but this time, I wouldn’t be stopping no matter who or what interrupted.
Chapter 4
I hate when people say Facebook is just for attention whores. Sometimes it’s for regular whores, too.
-Text from Janie to Kayla
Janie
1 month later
“Are you sure this’ll work?” Kayla asked me for the fifteenth time.
“I’m going to hell,” I moaned. “I really am, but I don’t know what else to do!”
“Well this isn’t the brightest thing you’ve ever done, that’s for sure,” Kayla muttered.
I threw my old panties at her, and she jumped away from them like an acrobat would when she tried to reach someone’s hands on the set of rings across from her.
“Stop!” she cried. “That’s so nasty!”
I stuck my tongue out at her.
“It’s not nasty. They’re only about an hour into my wear, they’re still pretty fresh,” I teased.
I’d be more inclined to agree with her if I’d worn them all day.
“This is beyond ridiculous,” Kayla sighed. “You can’t just go down there and expect him to let you in his door.”
My brows rose. “I can’t?”
“Janie, this is a bad idea.”
I sighed. “Kayla, this isn’t a bad idea. I have to try. I have to. If he won’t let me stay with him, I’ll just get a hotel room.”
“Are you taking your dogs?”
I looked at Kayla and grinned.
“No.” She immediately started to refuse. “No, no, no.”
“Kayla,” I drawled. “Pleasssse?”
Kayla growled. “If they wake me up in the morning just because they want something to eat, I will seriously fuck you up. I will call you, and maybe even call your dad, and scream at you both.”
“Why my dad?”
“Because he refused to keep your dogs for you after that last time,” she explained.
That was true. The last time I’d gone out of town, I’d had my dad watch the dogs. That had turned into a disaster because my dogs decided to howl all night because my father had locked them in the laundry room.
The only problem with that was my dogs like to roam all night long. They do what they want, and I let them because I’m such a sound sleeper.
My dad, however, was not. He woke up to the sound of their claws clicking on the floor and knew from having them over before that they were night owls.