Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Ramsey’s gaze bounced to mine in the mirror, and like an oasis in the desert, apology was etched across his face. Just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, but Ramsey’s eyes never left mine. There was a weight to his stare that hadn’t been there before. Something hidden beneath the surface that I couldn’t quite read, but I desperately wanted to. If for no other reason than maybe it would help me understand this new version of my Ramsey.
The buzzing stopped again and the room fell painfully silent. My dad walked to his station to grab a comb and spray bottle, but Ramsey was out of that chair like it had been struck by lightning.
He ripped off the cape and tossed it in the seat. “I don’t have a license. I can’t work here.”
“You got your hours though. All you need to do is take the exam. Sit back down and let me take a little off your top.”
“Nah, I’m good,” Ramsey said. “Thanks for the cleanup, but we have to go now.” He marched toward the door, slowing to grab my arm and drag me after him.
Electricity licked at my skin as his finger bit into me—not rough, definitely not gentle.
“Eight a.m. tomorrow, your tail better be in my shop. You got it?” my dad called after us. “That’s not a request, son.”
Ramsey’s jaw turned to granite as he stopped at the door, his fingers still wrapped around my forearm. He stared at his reflection in the glass, his chest heaving and the thick cords of muscles at the base of his neck straining against his shirt. I didn’t have to know Ramsey the man to recognize that he was about to explode.
“Hey,” I whispered. Turning toward him, I rested my hand on his stomach. “Relax. You don’t have to take the job. We’ll figure something else out.”
His lids fell shut, and his brows drew together painfully. That day wasn’t supposed to end like that. I’d assumed he was going to be mad that Nora and I had set him up. But this was something else altogether. He was hurting. I didn’t know why or what was going on in his head, but it slashed through me.
“Ramsey,” I breathed, shifting into him until my front was flush with his side. He probably hated the contact, but it was all I had to offer. “It’s okay. Just breathe. It’s not a big deal.”
His eyes popped open, a feral emotion blazing within. Releasing my arm, he shoved the door open and walked out, saying, “I’ll be here at eight.”
It was a warm Georgia afternoon, but the chill his sudden departure left behind was arctic.
Confused, I looked at my dad and then to Misty and then back to Ramsey as he climbed into our 4Runner.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked everyone and no one.
My dad walked over and threw his arm around my shoulder. “Just be patient, baby. It’s going to be okay now.”
It didn’t feel like it was going to be okay. It didn’t feel like anything was ever going to be okay again. It felt a lot like the man I was in love with was shattered beyond repair.
And once again, it felt like it was my fault.
Fighting back tears, I nodded and walked to the car.
Our drive home was silent.
So were the next seven days.
Her brown hair scorched a path down my fevered skin as it brushed my abs.
“Wait,” I breathed, not yet ready for it to be over.
Her small hands pumped my cock, twisting and gliding in a relentless rhythm.
“Wait, wait, wait, please,” I begged, fisting the blanket.
Her large breasts swayed with the movement of her hands, the tips of her peaked nipples teasing my thigh as she continued to work me hard and fast.
The coil in my stomach tightened and my breathing shuddered. Fuck, I was close. Just a little more. Fuck me, just a little more.
Her rhythm faltered as I arched into her grip. My hips rolling to match her speed.
“Stay with me, Sparrow. Stay with me, baby, please.”
My lungs burned as I held my breath, the pain drawing me closer to the edge. I wasn’t ready. Not to lose her.
“No, no, no, no,” I chanted as my cock swelled.
It was too late. My mouth fell open, and my head slammed back into the pillow as I erupted, crumbling in the wake. A guttural moan escaped, agony and ecstasy mingling into one emotion as I emptied on my stomach.
I could keep my eyes shut, pretending she was still there as I continued to stroke my cock to ride out the waves of my release.
It was always so damn hollow after I got off. She’d be gone, and I’d be left alone, holding my deflating cock and feeling like a part of me had been carved out all over again. I hated the aftermath that followed so much that it was rare that I let myself think of her. But it had been a week since I’d gotten out and I was buckling under the pressure of having her close again.