Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Harley’s sense of fashion didn’t get better, it got worse. Making me chuckle at the thought. There was no telling our daughter that, though. She absolutely adored the fact that her momma designed and made all her clothes. She’d sit in her workshop I had built for her right outside our house, behind our Olympic size pool. Closest to the water on our oceanfront property.
In Bailey’s eyes, her mother was the world’s best fashion designer. The two of them were connected at the hip. Constantly, unintentionally kneeing me in the balls, causing her to fall into a fit of giggles every time she did.
Harley and Bailey were my entire world, and I spent the last three and a half years trying to prove that to them. My daughter knew it, my wife, on the other hand, refused to acknowledge it. No matter what I did, how hard I tried, there was no getting through her thick Jameson skull.
Harley hadn’t just built a wall when it came to me, to us. She built a whole fuckin’ fortress. Never once allowing me behind enemy lines she’d installed.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
I took it all.
’Cuz at the end of the day, Harley and Bailey were mine to have and to hold.
Although her dress was hideous, it didn’t stop me from admiring the beauty that was Mrs. Pierce. She was so goddamn breathtaking. A vision I couldn’t take my eyes off of. The Gremlin turned into the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
Overnight she grew into her own skin, which still smelled like everything I ever wanted. To this day, anytime I came in contact with vanilla or cherry scent, I couldn’t help but get hard.
Fuckin’ Harley.
There was something about the way she just stood there, looking out at the ocean with her long brown hair blowing in the light breeze that took the air out of my lungs and made my heart skip a beat. The sight of her only made me want her even more, if that were even possible.
I prayed.
Hungered.
Needed her as if she was my last breath.
She was a dream I never wanted to wake up from. A fantasy I wished was my reality. A woman I fucked my fist to almost every night.
Despite what she thought, or what I allowed her to think, I hadn’t been with anyone since her. The panties she’d find in my luggage weren’t from groupies I was fuckin’. They were my teammates lays, not mine.
Was it stupid to make her think I was fuckin’ around? Probably.
But it was the only way I could get her attention. The only way I knew she still cared. I’d be lying through my teeth if I said her fury didn’t give me the satisfaction she wouldn’t permit her body to surrender to me.
I couldn’t have her pussy, so I took her anger instead.
Seeing her pissed and riled up over me being with other women came close to the feeling of having her come down my cock.
I never said I wasn’t an asshole.
It was who I was, it was in my blood...
My core.
My very being.
I shook off the thoughts, and my feet moved on their own accord. Walking toward her, closing the emotional and physical distance between us. It took everything in me not to hold her in my arms again. Unable to control the internal battle that surfaced in the forefront of my mind. Hurricane force winds with tornado warnings.
From my mind to my heart, to every goddamn bone in my body.
She owned me.
I was hers.
The only time she let me hold her was when we were around our families.
Did I take advantage of the situation? You bet your fuckin’ ass I did.
When I was a few feet away from her, she peered down to the sand. Feeling my looming presence towering behind her.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t turn around.
She didn’t move.
It was like she was barely even breathing.
“I didn’t think you’d follow me out here.”
“Harley, I’d follow you into the pits of Hell if I had to.”
Taking a deep, solid breath, she asked, “How do we always end up under this goddamn pier? And somehow we always keep comin’ back for more?”
I cleared my throat, feeling her question deep into my stomach. She may have been physically standing right in front of me, but her mind, her soul was back to the last time we stood in this very spot.
Exactly how we were now.
“So much has happened since then. I wish you would realize that.”
“It’s not that easy ... so much happened under this pier.”
“Gremlin, things are only hard ’cuz you’re making them that way.”
She rapidly spun around, facing me. “Me?” She scowled, holding her hand over her chest. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to pretend we’re one big happy family in front of our loved ones?”