Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Rush: Is that a no?
Everly: I wish I could say no to you.
Rush: I’m heading to your place.
Everly: I’ll be here.
I must have been going ninety miles per hour the entire way to her house. It wasn’t out of excitement to see her. I knew it was because a part of me wanted to get this over with, just to prove I could move on from Gia. Because I had to.
Everly opened the door dressed in nothing but Daisy Duke denim shorts and a bra. I walked past her without so much as a greeting, heading straight toward her fridge where I helped myself to one of the beers I knew she kept fully stocked there.
“Well, hello to you, too.” She laughed, leaning over the counter, her tits on full display.
After downing half of the bottle, I walked over to where she was standing.
Everly wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m really glad you called. It’s been too long.”
The old Rush would have been pounding her against the wall by now. I just stood there staring at her with my body rigid, unsure if I could really go through with this.
It felt like I was cheating on Gia, and I could honestly say it was the first time in my life that I’d ever given a fuck about something like that.
She stepped back. “You’re sweating bullets. What’s going on with you tonight?”
My eyes trailed down her body. There was no doubt that Everly was sexy as hell. I shouldn’t have been overthinking this so much. But I wasn’t even hard because I was so freaking stressed.
“I think I know just what you need,” she said, dropping to her knees.
She began to unzip my jeans as she licked her lips readying to give me head.
I froze.
Taking my cock into her hand, she leaned in to take me into her mouth when I yanked on the back of her hair just before her lips were able to make contact with my skin.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I let her go and zipped up my pants.
She stood up and glared at me. “What the fuck is going on with you, Rush? Seriously. You’re the one who texted me. What kind of a game are you playing?”
I knew between tonight and the last time I stood her up, if I walked out that door, I could pretty much kiss any hope of meaningless sex in the future with Everly goodbye. That fact didn’t mean shit to me…so off I went.
I just couldn’t go through with it.
This wasn’t a need for sex. This was a test. And I’d fucking failed.
Stopping in the doorway, I finally apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“Get the fuck out. And don’t even think about ever calling or texting me again.” She slammed the door in my face.
Her words didn’t faze me as I walked back out and got into my car. I didn’t start it right away, just stayed there staring out at the desolate street.
My behavior tonight blew me away.
Unlike the ride to Everly’s, I was driving back at a slower than average speed. That was probably because a part of me knew I wasn’t headed home.
After I parked, I must have sat in my car for over thirty minutes deciding whether or not to ring her doorbell.
What the fuck are you doing, Rush?
Why are you here?
My phone chimed.
Gia: Is there any reason why you’re parked outside of my house?
Rush: Stakeout?
Gia: Not buying it.
Rush: Pizza delivery?
Gia: My pizza must be awfully cold then.
Rush: I don’t know what I’m doing here.
Gia: Do you want to come in?
Rush: Yes.
Gia: But you won’t…
Rush: I don’t think I should.
Gia: Okay.
Despite my words, a few moments later, I was at the door knocking.
Gia opened, wearing a thin, white nightgown that showed off her enormous nipples. I had to pry my eyes upward because all I wanted to do was lift the material up and suck on them so badly.
It was quiet in the house as I looked around. “Where are your roommates?”
“Every one of them either is out or working. That rarely happens. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.”
This wasn’t good. I really needed to leave.
She surprised me when she said, “Will you have some ice cream with me?”
“Ice cream…”
“Yeah.” She smiled, and I just melted at the sight of it.
Seemed innocent enough.
“Depends on the flavor,” I teased.
“Chunky Monkey…kind of like I’m gonna look in a few months?”
That thought should have turned me off, maybe, but it had the opposite effect. I loved her new curves and the idea of more. My affinity for her body only made my situation all that much harder.
“That’s my favorite flavor,” I said.
We sat in the living room, quietly eating out of the same container of Ben & Jerry’s.
She finally said, “Everyone was talking about your outburst earlier, how you threw those two guys out and then how you just left The Heights without saying anything to anyone.”