Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I’d gone to prom with Madison. The smile that formed on my lips was automatic when I looked at the comparison of my nice tux compared to her completely over-the-top gothic dress. I was smiling at the camera whereas Madison was glaring. That girl had been too much. The only form of color on her was the corsage I’d bought her. She’d been pissed because I’d gotten one with yellow flowers. I’d figured the girl needed a little sunshine in her life, not to mention, black flowers were hard to fucking find.
“Wow. You weren’t kidding about her love for black.” She continued flipping pages.
There was a point in the album where there weren’t any pictures of Mom. I assumed the album would end after that first semester of college, but it continued on. There was a picture of me and Ron. And there was even one of me, Ron, and Linda.
“What the hell?” I asked, pulling the album closer to look.
“Looks like your dad still kept up with you anyway.”
The next page had the Austin Homes article he had first spoken to me about a few days ago. I realized that maybe my dad really had always cared about me but just had funny ways of showing it. A weight I hadn’t noticed was there lifted.
THE SMILE ON Cale’s face made my heart skip a few beats. I was so happy to be able to experience his reconciliation with his dad. It was incredibly satisfying to watch.
Leaning over to kiss me, he asked, “What do you want for dinner?”
“I’m more worried about dessert,” I teased.
“Woman, you are insatiable.” He shook his head at me.
I laughed at his mock disbelief.
He stood up and made his way into the kitchen where he began pulling things from the refrigerator. After following him in there, I hopped up on the counter and watched in awe as he started preparing salmon to bake.
Does my man know how to cook?
Yep, definitely a keeper.
Once he got the salmon in the oven, he started throwing ingredients together for a salad.
“Where’d you learn to cook?”
He smiled. “Linda. She would let me sit and watch her while she prepared the meals. I think she felt like she was starring in her own cooking show.” He laughed at the memory.
After the salad was made, he covered it and put it back into the refrigerator. Then he came over to me and I parted my legs so he could stand closer.
“You’re so beautiful, Lia. You look so carefree and happy right now,” he observed as he looked into my eyes.
“It’s because of you Cale. You make me incredibly happy,” I told him honestly.
Smiling, he pulled me closer to him, my bottom almost completely off the edge of the counter. I wrapped my legs around him so I wouldn’t fall. He groaned at our position. Feeling brave, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and eased it over my head. His hands instantly went to my breasts and he started kissing me urgently.
I sucked on his tongue as I felt his hands move to my back to unhook my bra. He stepped back for a moment as he slipped it off. His hands moved deliberately to the button on my pants. A few movements later and he’d readied himself to remove them. Setting me back on the counter and stepping away, he rid me of both my pants and panties at the same time, leaving me completely naked on the counter.
He was looking over my body as if he were trying to decide where to start. “Looks like dessert’s first this evening,” he growled, stepping between my legs again.
Gently, he leaned me backwards until my elbows met the counter behind me. Crouching, he moved his mouth over my sex but not touching it yet. I could feel his hot breath on it, which was driving me wild with need.
“Cale, please,” I begged him.
With deliberate slowness, he dragged his tongue up to my clit, causing my body to shudder from the contact. He began greedily sucking and licking the tender area. My gasps were getting faster and louder. Right as I was about to come, he stuck in two fingers, causing me to scream out in delight. With the help of his fingers and his clever tongue, I gave in to a body-consuming orgasm, quivering all over.
While I was still shaking from the aftershocks, he quickly yanked off his shirt and pants, leaving me to gawk at his sculpted physique. He stepped up to me and eased me off of the counter, holding me just over his impressive length. Lowering me just where his tip was touching me, he teased me like this for a moment. When I started to wiggle and whine for him to enter me, he slammed into me with delicious force.