Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“You have amazing sex. Best sex in your whole—” she adds to my list, and I splash her with water.
“I told you that in confidence,” I hiss at her, and she just laughs it off.
“But that’s the thing.” My voice comes out softly. “It’s almost too perfect. Like he’s saying the right things, doing the right things.”
“You mean doing you the right way.”
“That, like it can’t be all good all the time.”
“Why not?” she asks, and I just look at her.
“I mean, look at our parents or anyone from our family. They pretty much have the best relationships. I’m sure they argue, but it’s meaningless. I think most of them argue just to have makeup sex.”
“Can we never put our parents and sex in the same sentence?” I fake gag. “Please.”
“What I’m saying is, maybe he’s that perfect. Maybe everything is going fine because he’s your person. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve found someone who is all that and a big dick.” She smirks and stands up. “Maybe you should be thanking your past drunken self for your present and future sore-vagina self.”
It's my turn to laugh, and while I’m laughing, I spot Nash walking into the water. “Hey, you two.” He comes right to me, bending to kiss my lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Your big dick and her moving to LA.” If I could kill her, I think I would. I look at Nash to see if he’s going to be pissed about what she just said, but instead, he shakes his head and wraps his arms around my waist before bending his legs and pulling me onto his lap.
“Sounds like I missed a good conversation, then,” he replies as I wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“I mean, she did say you’re selfish and always come before her,” Zara deadpans, and I splash her with water.
“What? I’m trying to help you. He’s probably going to go all caveman on you and make sure you have all the orgasms you can handle. We’ll probably have to wheel you to the plane tomorrow.” She gets up out of the water, turning to walk to the shore. “You’re welcome. Now I have two hours before day drinking ends, so if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have a drink to find.”
We both watch her walk out of the water and hold up her hand for a drink. “Your cousin is a nut,” Nash says. “Did you really talk about my big dick?”
I look at him. “Yes, and also your selfish ways. Funny how you didn’t bring that up.” He turns me so I’m straddling him.
“Baby,” he murmurs, kissing my neck, “we both know it’s almost three to one with us.”
“Yes, because you’re selfish and won’t let me come when I want to come.” I avoid looking at him, not even telling him that since we’ve been together—and he’s been pushing me to hold out longer—my orgasms have been earth-shattering. There are things he needs to know and that is not one of them. “See? Selfish.”
“I’ll take it,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“What were you talking about with my father?” I ask him, and he stops nuzzling.
“You know, just the regular. The weather, the stock market, and if I break your heart, he’s going to break my face.” I gasp. “I mean, he didn’t say it in those words.” He laughs. “Actually, he said it exactly in those words.”
“What did you tell him?” I ask, holding my breath.
“I told him that if anyone is going to break anyone’s heart, it’ll be you breaking mine.” I don’t know why, but the way he says it makes my heart hurt. “Then he laughed and said probably, but he’s okay with that.”
“That sounds about right.” I try not to let his words get to me, nor do I want to think about how his words have hit me right where it hurts. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his shoulder as we sit in the warm water.
I walk up the steps to the plane, smiling at the flight attendant waiting for us. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Griffin,” he greets, and it always shocks me when I’m called that.
“Good afternoon,” I say, walking in and putting my bag in one of the seats, turning to see Nash enter the plane and give the man a chin up before walking and dumping his own bag in the same seat as mine.
“We will be off as soon as the bags are stowed,” he says.
“Where do you want to sit?” Nash asks me as he pulls me to his side. My hands go on his blue button-down shirt that is again open at the top of his chest. “I’m going to go to the bathroom before we take off,” he states and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “Do you want to come with me?”