Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Those years might’ve been rough, but they would’ve been ours.
And I think he was thinking the same thing as he stepped into the shower, putting his back against the spray that was still slightly too cold to get into.
“Deep thoughts?” I asked, unable to look away from those beautiful eyes of his.
God, sometimes they were so green that they looked fake.
Like right now, contrasted with the white tile of the shower, they looked almost like they were glowing.
“I should’ve never listened,” he murmured. “If I hadn’t listened, you’d have been with me, doing that exact same thing, for a long time now. Maybe not at first when you were still young and underage, but the moment you got old enough? You’d have been mine.”
The sincerity in those words made my heart start to pound for a different reason.
“You should’ve never listened to what?”
Before he could answer, though, there was a pounding past the bathroom door.
“Who’s that?” I asked, worried.
Linc shrugged. “No idea.”
“You’re not gonna answer it?” I asked, curious as well as relieved.
I didn’t want him to leave.
I liked exactly where he was.
A lot.
“No,” he replied simply. “I’m currently in the one place that I’ve always wanted to be.”
Inside of me.
He wasn’t moving.
I wasn’t moving.
But that didn’t matter.
I loved the way he felt no matter what he did.
Hell, we could probably stay like this for the rest of our lives, and I might very well be content.
Until it was time to eat.
“What was that look that just crossed your face?” he asked, head tilted slightly as he stared at me in concern.
More banging on a door caused him to look toward the closed bathroom door with a frown.
“I was thinking that I could happily stay like this for the rest of my life, but then I decided that food means a lot to me and that I might not be as happy as I once thought.” I paused. “And now that I think about it, my thighs are kind of burning from holding myself up on you.”
He laughed and pulled out, causing me to gasp.
“That wasn’t what I wanted!” I cried out.
In answer, he pushed me away from him until I was on my own two feet and winked.
“I’d love to finish this up,” he said. “I’d love to stay here all day. But, if my guess is correct, that knock at the door was my father’s. He’s not going to wait long.”
I looked down at his still very large erection and said, “Will he wait long enough to allow us to finish?”
He opened his mouth, closed it, then shrugged.
Moments later he was turning me around and sliding back inside of me.
***
The shower was quick and fast, and before I’d even gotten my wits about me, Linc had gotten washed off and gotten out.
It took him less than thirty seconds at most.
“Did you just wash your hair with the bar of soap?” I questioned.
He looked up at me from where he was drying off his legs with a towel the size of my bed and nodded. “I usually use the shampoo and conditioner, but I think I heard my dad walk in and yell out my name and I don’t want him walking in here.”
“Are you trying to hide me?” I asked, reaching for the shampoo.
“No,” he said flatly. “But I am trying to prevent them from seeing you naked so…”
I giggled and turned my back on him. “Make sure you close the bedroom door when you leave.”
Linc gave a grunt of reply and was about to walk out when he stopped and turned to regard me steadily.
“Whatever you hear, make sure you talk to me first.”
My brows rose. “What makes you think I’m going to listen?”
He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
With that he walked out, leaving the door only partially closed behind him.
I hurried through the rest of my shower just so I could hear what was going on and got out with a little conditioner still in my hair.
My curiosity was so piqued, though, that I didn’t want to take any more time out of my day to do it.
I wanted to hear what Linc, and his dad, and whoever was with him had to say.
When I pushed through the bathroom door into the bedroom, I was met by the sound of my stepfather’s voice.
“Told you to stay the fuck away from her, Linc,” I heard my stepfather growl. “She’s been through too much with her shit fathers. She’s finally gotten her life on track, and you knock her up? Your fame is going to ruin her—them. She can’t handle all of that.”
Sadly, some of his words rung true.
The fame, and what had happened that first couple of weeks when Linc had been drafted had really scared the crap out of me. It’d also been depressing to know that everyone—man, woman and child—thought that I wasn’t good enough for Linc James. Me, a small-town girl who was dating the football star who was everyone’s golden boy.