Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Nervously, she tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear, gold hoop earring twinkling.
“Can’t wait to have more of it.”
epilogue one
Posey
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Molly and Eli have long gone. We’ve showered (together for the first time, ooh la la), collapsing in bed after the longest day ever. Our first double date. Our first date, actually, if you consider it that?
Nothing about Duke and me has been normal.
Nothing.
“What did you want to talk about?”
I roll to look at him, still in a tank top and sleep shorts since neither of us has made a move yet to, you know, start the action.
“How would you feel about taking the summer and coming out to see me in Texas while I start training camp?”
Going to see him in Texas? Training camp?
“What do you mean by going to see you?”
He pauses, trailing a finger over the bare skin of my shoulder, his arm around me as we lie side by side in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“I mean…” There’s a heavy hesitation in his voice, like he’s debating about taking back his words or pushing forward with whatever it is he’s about to say next. “I mean comin’ to Texas and stayin’ with me. You can help me get situated into my apartment, and we can go on dates. You can pick me up from work.”
Pick him up from work? “You mean come get you at the stadium?”
He laughs. “Yes, exactly.”
It’s so strange that his job is playing a sport and that his office is a football stadium where fifty, sixty, seventy thousand people crowd in to watch him play. It blows my mind!
“How long is your summer vacation?” He wants to know. “I have to start conditionin’—I feel like these past two weeks have made me lazy.”
“You probably needed the time off.” I poke at his shoulder; he’s hard as a rock and in no danger of getting out of shape. The idea that he’s been lazy makes me giggle.
As if.
“Probably, but best to get at it, ya know?” He pokes back at me. “So how long is your break? Once school gets out?”
I do the math in my head. “Just shy of three months. Why?”
“You could fly back and forth, but that would be a pain in the ass. I figure the best way to get to know you is havin’ you stay with me all summer? See how it goes. Go on dates. Let me take you out?”
I worry my bottom lip. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course you can think about it.” He lifts his arm out from behind me and rolls toward me, moving on top. “Meanwhile, I’ll try to convince you it’s a great idea.”
“Oh yeah? How do you intend to do that?”
But I already know how he intends to change my mind, and it includes his tongue, teeth, mouth, lips, and dick.
And I don’t say it, but it’s absolutely going to work because I absolutely want to go to Texas and get to know him. It’s about damn time I threw some caution to the wind; life favors the bold, and I haven’t taken many leaps of faith.
This seems like a good place to start.
“I’ll show you.”
Duke starts at my collarbone and kisses his way down, down the center of my stomach, my hands threading through his hair. He spreads my legs and holds them open with his elbows, the same way I’ve seen them do it in porn, and enthralled, I watch his head between my legs.
His nose and mouth buried there, his lips on my pussy, sucking.
He might not have a way with words, but he has a way with his tongue.
Seeing his giant shoulders from this vantage point…seeing my fingers in his hair…feeling his wet mouth…watching his hips slowly grind into the bedding as he pleasures me…
It’s so sexy.
So sexy.
“Okay, yes…yes…”
He lifts his head a fraction. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll come to D-Dallas with you…” Ohhhh yes, yes, I will. What choice do I have? I’d be a fool not to, especially when he insists on going down on me like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing.
Like he’s eating cake.
“I thought that’s what you’d say.” He plants one last kiss on the mound of my pussy before climbing up my body and sliding inside with a groan. “Oh fuck, Posey. Fuck, you feel good.” He kisses the side of my neck as he slowly moves his hips in circles. “It’s gonna be so nice havin’ you with me. When does school get out?”
Not soon enough. “June.”
“June,” he repeats. “Only a few more months.”
“I’ll start a countdown,” I tease with a groan, body feverish, seeking an orgasm.
I’m on the pill, so I say the words I’ve wanted to say but didn’t have the nerve. But now that he’s declared he wants to date me and move me in with him for the summer…they spill off my lips.