Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I felt sexy and claimed.
I bit my lip and leaned my head back, moving my hips at a slightly different angle.
And things started to explode as his cock started to rub against a part of me that I’d never felt it rub against before.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my voice low but no less fierce. “What was that?”
“That was your G-spot,” he growled. “Do it again.”
So I did.
Again and again and again until suddenly, I couldn’t take it any longer.
My orgasm exploded over me in a burst of flames, taking me under and holding me there until I found myself resting lightly on Banner’s chest.
His chest was heaving, and his cock was still as hard as a rock inside of me.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Slowly.”
So I did.
I fucked him slowly until long minutes later when his abs tightened.
A soft grunt later, I was shivering as his release filled me in a rough blast.
His hands fisted on the bed next to my knees, and I knew that he’d done it to make sure that he didn’t inadvertently grab me and hurt me in any way.
When he was finished, I rose up and stared at him, studying his eyes.
“I love you, Banner.”
His smile was brilliant.
“I love you, too, Perry.”
Chapter 24
Don’t underestimate my ability to find shit out.
-Perry to Banner
Banner
Perry and I pulled up in her mom’s car, and we both stared in horror at the church parking lot where she’d come to get me the night before.
“Ummm,” she said as we watched all the little kids play around the parking lot.
There was a fucking carnival going on, and there were ticket booths and a dunking booth set up on either side of my car.
Hell, they were even using my car to prop up one of their signs.
“I’m not going to be getting that right now,” I said as I stared. “It’s gonna have to stay until they’re done.”
She snickered then pulled the car over.
Seconds later, she ran to the nearest person that looked like they might be in charge and waved her over.
They chatted for a few seconds, then Perry came running back.
Jumping into the driver’s seat, she turned to me. “The carnival ends at six.”
I cursed. “I have an appointment that I need to make.”
Her brows rose.
“What?” she said. “I thought you were going home to wash your clothes and write that paper.”
I nodded. “I am. I do. I have an appointment, too.”
Her lips pursed. “What kind of appointment?”
I scratched my bearded jaw.
“One with a Navy recruiter,” I answered hesitantly.
Her eyes went wide, and then she started to shut down.
I knew the moment that I said it that she wasn’t going to like it.
That had been partially why I wasn’t telling her what I was doing. I didn’t want to freak her out.
“You… a recruiter?” she asked, sounding horrified. “What? Why? You have a full-blown college scholarship to LSU and Alabama!”
I did.
But I didn’t want to play football for the rest of my life. I wanted to go into the Navy. I wanted to make a difference, and I didn’t think that I could do that by being a professional football player.
That, and there were never any guarantees. I could break my leg the first year that I was there, and then they could drop me. Then what?
“I know.” I paused. “That’s why it wasn’t a big deal when Vance asked me not to play college ball. I never intended to.”
Her eyes were filled with horror as she stared at me.
“Don’t freak out,” I said. “This is just a talk with them. Nothing serious.”
Except, that was a lie.
The Navy was serious for me.
It was something I’d wanted to do for a very, very long time.
And though I loved Perry, I couldn’t give this dream up.
My lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
She didn’t say anything for so long that I was worried that she was going to blow up.
Instead, she calmly put the car into drive and started toward my house.
“Is your bike okay?” she asked. “You can get your brother or somebody to drop you off here later?”
I was looking at her hard, but she refused to look over.
“Yes,” I answered. “But why can’t you do that?”
She curled her fingers hard around the steering wheel and said, “Because I need some time to come to terms with you dying.”
I felt my belly clench.
“Perry,” I said softly, my hand going over to touch her, but she flinched. “I’m not going to die.”
She looked over at me then and I saw the tears in her eyes. “My dad almost did.”
I didn’t say anything to that.
He had.
But not everyone that went into the military came out the way her father did. Some did, but not anywhere near all.
“Don’t freak out,” I said. “This is just the initial meeting. Nothing’s set in stone.”
Except, that was really a lie, too.