Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
A scream caught in my throat, and before it could be released, his mouth found mine again.
My pussy rippled, drawing a strangled moan from his lips as he, too, came.
Hot spurts started to pulse inside of me as he came. My pussy milked his length, coaxing every last drop of essence he had left inside of him.
It felt like he came forever, but then again, I was damn near multi-orgasmic by the time he was finished, too.
“Goddamn.”
I hummed in agreement.
He let go of my leg, and I dropped it to his other booted foot.
“Now what?” I asked breathlessly, loving the way his cock stayed buried in my sex, my pussy lips wrapping around part of his length.
“Now,” he said, sounding reluctant. “I pull out.”
I whimpered, but didn’t protest as he did, only wished quietly that he hadn’t.
But then a car door slammed, and a couple of giggling women passed two car lengths away from us, making me realize what I’d just done.
“I haven’t done it outside since…you know.”
His chuckle was knowing.
“Since I fucked you on the field inside of the soccer goal?” he squeezed my ass before patting it twice.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
His release started to roll down my leg, and I bit my lip, wondering what I was going to do.
He saved the day, though, by pulling a handful of bar napkins out of his pocket and handing them to me.
“Plan ahead much?” I raised a brow at him.
It was so dark, though, that the effect was lost on him.
“Can’t say that I hadn’t hoped for it,” he agreed, placing me onto the tops of my boots by picking me up. “Though, I’d planned to take you to my truck.”
I used the bar napkins to clean up as best as I could, and took the proffered panties and leggings he handed to me.
Once I’d slipped both on, he helped me into my boots before offering me his hand.
I took it and stared at him, not admitting that I didn’t want to go back to reality. I wanted to stay in the dark shadows and be happy for a few more minutes.
Be blissful for just a little more time.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
My eyes snapped up to catch his.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
A tear slipped out of my eye.
“Please don’t leave me again.”
Jessie’s eyes closed at my words.
“Never.”
If only I could believe him.
Chapter 12
The word ‘fuck’ is a form of meditation. The more you say it, the more your throat chakra clears.
-True shit
Jessie
She was ignoring me again.
I glared at her back as she walked out of her shop, and I wondered if it would be inappropriate to snatch her up off the street and throw her on the back of my bike.
“Dad,” I heard my son call.
I looked up, startled to see him standing next to me.
“What?” I asked distractedly.
“Mom’s standing over there. We were calling your name for like two minutes but you’re so spaced out that you can’t even hear us. What’s going on?”
I finally peeled my eyes away from where Ellen was taking boxes out of the back of a moving truck and bringing them into her shop.
What the hell was she doing?
“Margot,” I said congenially, even though there was nothing more in the world that I didn’t want to do than talk to my ex-girlfriend who was still, obviously, a drug addict if the needle marks on her arms were anything to go by.
Disgust rolled through me, but I tried not to let it show.
My son was watching me closely, gauging my reaction, as was Margot. It was obvious she enjoyed the fact that she’d snuck up on me.
And that I was having to see her at all.
I’d been doing a bang up job at ignoring her and avoiding her when she spent time with Linc.
It was something I couldn’t fucking stand, but since, by law, I had to allow her visitation, there was nothing that I could do without taking her to court. And then they’d allow Linc to make the decision on whether or not he wanted to see her or not, but at this point, I knew he wasn’t fully convinced that she was all that bad.
But all we needed was time. Margot would fuck it up somehow.
I knew it. She knew it. Hell, even Linc knew it.
“Hello, Jessie,” Margot drawled. “I’ve missed seeing you these last few weeks.”
I surely doubted it.
We actually hated each other.
If there was ever a wrong person on this planet to have had a baby with sixteen years ago, having it with this woman was the worst possible choice.
The evil glint in her eyes only helped hammer that point home.
“How was dinner?” I asked my son, ignoring Margot’s snide comment.
“It was okay,” he said. “The place we were going to go to was packed because of the burger special they have every week, so we decided to go somewhere else. It wasn’t Pickle’s, though.”