Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I drew back and looked into her blue eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
If she said yes, I would. I’d fucking hate it, but I would.
Her head went from side to side. “Don’t stop.”
My mouth crashed to hers as I took her up against the door. Anyone walking by would know exactly what was happening and that made it all the more thrilling.
Amelia attempted to keep her voice low as she cried out. “Liam! Oh, my God, Liam!”
Coming, she pulsed against me, bringing me to my own orgasm. Burying my face in her neck, I cursed. As much as I tried to tell myself this behavior was brought on by my need to have her and give her a proper goodbye, I knew it wasn’t the truth. Seeing Nancy being fucked by another man brought it out. I was using Amelia to rid myself of that vision. And that made me feel guilty as hell when those baby blue eyes drew back and looked into my green. Her chest rose and fell and a gorgeous smile grew across her face.
“That. Was. Fun!” she said with a giggle. Her cheeks were flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the good fucking I gave her or not. The innocence spilled out of her in that moment. I got the feeling Amelia Parker wasn’t the type of woman to let guys fuck her in ladies’ toilets, but for some reason, she let me. My chest pulled with a dull ache, and my guilt grew.
Jack’s private plane was insane. There were six leather recliners and one leather love seat. All done in a cream color. The wood in the cabin looked nicer than my parents’ formal dining room.
“Holy private plane!” I said, spinning around in a circle for good measure.
“Jack spares no expense.” Waylynn’s voice was sad, but there was also a bit of anger in there.
Placing my hand on hers, I knelt in front of the chair she was sitting in. “You don’t need him, Waylynn. He took everything away from you and made you into something you’re not happy with. You and I both know that.”
She nodded, her eyes filled with tears. “I love him, I really do. It’s just, I haven’t been in love with him since he made me give up dancing. Why were his dreams more important than mine?”
“What?” I asked in a shocked voice. “Waylynn, he made you stop dancing a year after you got married. Why would you stay with him for so long?”
She wiped away tears with the back of her hand. “I don’t know. At the time I thought it was what I wanted, even if I moved to New York to become a dancer. I let Jack Owens make me believe I’d never be good enough. That the only reason I got as far as I did was because I had a pretty face. He actually asked me if I slept with someone to try and secure a spot with the Rockettes.”
“Mrs. Owens, you’ll both need to be seated and buckled. We’ve been cleared for taxi and take-off,” the pilot said over his shoulder from the cockpit.
I quickly sat in the seat opposite my sister. “Fuck him. You don’t need him, Waylynn. And if you want to move out and get a place in New York to follow your dream, I’ll support you.”
She smiled. “You’d move to New York and share an apartment with me?”
Oh, shit. I wasn’t expecting that. “Um, sure, I suppose I could hang out in New York for a bit. I know a guy who rocks my world in the sex department.”
Waylynn snarled then rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t think I don’t know what the two of you were doing in the bathroom. You came back oozing with that just fucked look. There seriously could have been a sign above your head that flashed I had hot sex.”
I chuckled and looked out the window. “I have to admit I was taken aback when Liam showed up demanding sex like that. There’s no denying the heat between us.”
“No kidding. Besides the sex, do you like him?”
I waited for that feeling. The one where my stomach dropped, or my chest fluttered. But it didn’t happen.
“I do like him. We had a nice time together, and he’s coming to Texas in a few weeks. Maybe we’ll be able to get to know each other a bit better.”
Waylynn laughed. “You mean if y’all can keep your hands off each other.”
I smiled, but an ache grew in my chest. Would I ever find a guy who swept me off my feet? A smile to melt me into a puddle of happiness and desire? The guy who made my stomach tumble with a simple touch? Whose hands caused mind-numbing orgasms…
Like the mythical unicorn, this creature didn’t seem to exist. Or maybe worse, he didn’t exist for me. I wrote about love, but had I ever truly felt it? No. Not the kind of love my parents had. Or the kind that Steed and Paxton shared. I thought I had it with Ryan, but quickly realized our high school first love hadn’t grown and lasted like I thought it would.