Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
It’s affected my game, my life, my future... everything. There was no way I was ever going to give up finding her, but every day seemed more bleak. I had no clue what her last name was, I didn’t know anything, and we didn’t really talk a lot. I knew she owned a diner but had no idea where. I’ve been searching all over Jasper for her. It wasn’t until this morning that I got back into town and was going through my mail that I found the divorce papers.
I drove straight to Whiskey Run. This whole time she was less than an hour away from me. I tried to calm myself on the way here, but as soon as I saw her, there was nothing calm about me. Even my cock was twitching in my pants.
As I hold on to her and follow her through the kitchen at out the back door, I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s mine. And no matter what, I’m never letting her go again.
As soon as the door closes she turns to me, spitting mad. “What was that? No one here knew I was married. It’s going to be all over town before the night’s over.”
“Good.”
“Good? Are you kidding me? This is a small town, Josh. I have to live here. The whole town doesn’t need to know you seduced me.”
“I seduced you? Are you serious right now? You come in and make a killer meal with an apple cake better than I’ve ever had in my life. You charmed me with your mind, your body... I mean, you kissed me first. You definitely seduced me.”
I should be worried that she’s so mad and doesn’t want anyone to know she’s married to me, but all I can think about is taking her, right now. Just bending her over and taking her. I need her more than ever. Maybe to convince her that we’re meant to be together, I don’t know. I push against her, and she lands with an oomph when the brick wall touches her back. I forget how strong I am compared to her because in reality, I’m weak. I’m so weak when it comes to her. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rough or to hurt you, but I need you, Violet. I need you right now.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “I’m not having sex with you in the alley. We have papers that need to be signed and then you can go back to Jasper.”
“I’m not leaving you.” I pull the rolled-up papers out of my back pocket and hold them up to her. I grab on to them and rip them right down the middle. I almost did it when I saw them on the table of my entryway this morning. But ripping them now, right in front of her, feels good.
“Josh, you can’t do that.”
She reaches for the useless papers, and I hold them out of reach. “I can and I just did. You don’t get it, Violet. We’re married, and we’re staying married.”
The last two months I’ve been convinced that we are in fact not married, but obviously, we are. The papers had to have been filed somewhere if her attorney drew up divorce papers. But I’ve already thought about it. I’m not leaving anything to chance, I’ll just have her marry me again. But this time we’ll be sober.
She tries to pull away, but I don’t let go of her. She looks at me with pleading eyes. “I need to pace. I’m not going to run.”
I know I’m looking at her like a crazy person, but the fear is real and completely palpable. I can’t let go of her. I won’t let myself. “Well, then if you need to pace, we pace together.”
“This is ridiculous, Josh. It was one crazy night. We got drunk, did something stupid...”
But I don’t let her finish the sentence. Maybe she needs reminded of how good we are together. I pick her up until her feet are dangling underneath her. I hold her to me and stake claim to her lips. The kiss goes from something simple to an overpowering tangle of limbs and lips in an instant. Her legs are now wrapped around me as she grinds her core on my pelvis. I’m cupping her ass, holding her to me as I gyrate my hips and thrust my cock against her cunt. I know from experience what she likes, and I give it to her. I can’t stop. I’m kissing her lips, her face, her neck, her shoulders and then back to her lips again. Her breaths are coming in pants and her whimpers bring back the memory of the one night we had together.
I wrench my lips from hers and look at her dazedly. “I’m not letting you go. Give me three days. Three days to show you that this is real.”