Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Just as my hands were moving to grab her ass, she broke the kiss and climbed off of me. With her head tilted and sporting an adorable grin, she said, “Enjoy your evening, Turner.”
She turned, grabbed her purse, and started for my front door.
What in the hell just happened?
I flew up and nearly tripped over my own damn feet trying to get to the door. Before she could open it, I placed my hand on it. Still breathing heavy from her kiss, I asked, “Where are you going? I thought we were gonna…”
“Fuck?” she blurted out.
Jamming my hand through my hair, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts.
“Yes. No! Waylynn, I thought we were going to be together tonight.”
She tapped her finger on my nose. “Aww, you’re so cute. I did say we would talk, but then you told my brother about us sleeping together when I specifically asked you not to…and without even giving me a heads up.”
My jaw dropped open. “So, you’re…um…”
“Leaving. Yep.” She popped her p and winked. “We can try the whole talking thing tomorrow.”
Her eyes drifted down to my still rock-hard dick. With a shrug she snapped her gaze back up at me. “Pity you’re going to have to take care of that all alone.”
Reaching up on her toes, she gave me a hasty kiss then opened the door. When it closed, the only thing I could do was laugh. I rubbed the back of my neck and made my way into the kitchen for a beer. “Lesson one? Don’t piss Waylynn off. Retaliation is a bitch.”
Chapter Nine
Waylynn
The sound of my feet hitting the ground and the feel of cold morning air in my lungs were the exact things I needed to clear my head. After last night, I’d been desperate for a release and no matter how hard I tried to make myself come, it had been no use. I finally gave up and fell asleep at two in the morning.
An early morning run was the one thing I could count on to get out built-up energy and frustration. A truck came up behind me, and I stopped and turned around. Smiling, I waved as my father’s truck pulled up.
“Hello there, young lady.”
Catching my breath, I leaned my hands on my knees. I hadn’t realized how fast and hard I’d been running. “Hey…Daddy.”
“Hitting the dirt road early this morning, aren’t you?”
I blew out a deep breath. “Needed to clear my head.”
With a nod, he motioned for me to hop in the truck. “Come with me. We can catch up on things.”
I loved spending alone time with my father. Even when I was little, having his full attention was something I loved, and so did my brothers and sister. The Parker kids jumped at the opportunity when it came around, which was often. Our father made sure his children knew how much he loved us.
I jogged around to the front of the truck and climbed up in the cab of the Ford F-250.
He put it in drive and started down the main ranch road. “How are things going with the studio?”
Grinning like a silly fool, I answered, “Wonderful! Now that we’re on schedule and things are moving smoothly, we should be open in mid-January.”
“That’s wonderful, sweet pea. I’m so very proud of you for following your dreams.”
My heart ached slightly. “Well, most of them anyway. A part of me wishes I hadn’t wasted all those years on Jack and kept dancing in New York. Who knows where I would have ended up.”
“Well, I know you wouldn’t be here right now, and call me greedy, but I do like having you close to home.” He squeezed my hand.
“I love being home, Daddy. Honestly, I do. And opening a dance studio in Oak Springs is a dream, so it’s win-win no matter what. I’m just doing it a little sooner than I thought.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, giving my hand another slight squeeze.
We drove along in silence for a minute or two before he dropped a bomb. “So, Jonathon Turner, huh?”
I sighed heavily and faced him. “News still travels fast among the Parker men, huh?”
He laughed. “First thing this morning I got a call from Tripp, asking what I thought about my daughter dating a man younger than her.”
Anger rushed over me. “How dare he! Why is it okay for men to date younger women, but God forbid a woman date a younger man! I’m going to string Tripp’s balls up in the town square with a sign that says vote for someone else!”
My father let out a roar of laughter. “You are so much like your mother, it is unreal. Now, calm down, sweet pea. I told Tripp he needed to take a seat and rethink what he just said. I asked him if it were another woman, would he have an issue? He said no. But you’re not any woman, you’re his sister.”