Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I place the mug down and race over to the bed, hopping in and falling onto his chest. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck.
I laugh as his stumble tickles me. He reaches for my butt and gives it a squeeze over my panties. I moan and wiggle to push him on his back so I can get under the covers and straddle him.
Once I’m sitting on his stomach, I look down into his eyes. He looks up at me with a wide smile on his face. My belly flips. I’m so giddy and in complete awe that this is my boyfriend and we had sex.
Not to mention, he’s in love with me. I would lose my virginity a million times if it were to him. I wonder if this is how my sister felt with Cliff. Cliff… he must be hurting something bad.
I’ve been so wrapped up in my own grief and life. I’ll have to make it my business to spend some time with him when I get back. He loved my sister. This has to be taking a toll on him.
Suddenly, I’m flipped on my back and Trevor is hovering over me. A yelp escapes my lips and then a giggle as he begins to tickle me.
“Where’d you go?” he says as he continues to tickle my sides.
“Trev, stop it,” I laugh out.
“Not until you tell me where you went,” he chuckles.
“I was just thinking.”
“Were you thinking about me?” he croons into my neck as he tucks his face there.
“No, not just then.” I snicker.
“Wrong answer,” he growls and starts butterfly kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
He goes from tickling me to palming my breasts and kneading them. When he pinches my hardened peaks, I buck my hips off the bed into him.
“Is your mind on me yet?”
“Yes, I’m thinking that you better get your big behind in that bathroom and brush your teeth and wash the crust out of your eyes before you think about poking that thing into me,” I laugh.
He sighs and rests his head between my breasts. “I’d be content lying right here. I’d miss you too much. I don’t want to leave this bed.”
I laugh again. “If you miss me this much and I’m right here, what are you going to do when I leave for New York or Nashville?”
“Nashville isn’t that far a drive and I’m thinking about my options in New York.”
“Not that far? Trev, that’s like a twelve-hour drive.”
“I can fly.” He rolls onto his back and groans. “I thought we were going to stay in the moment and think about all this when we get back.”
“I know what we said, but there’s so much to consider.”
“Okay then, I’m going to shower and then we can talk. If it means we get to relax and have fun after, we can talk all your little heart wants.”
“Are you patronizing me?”
“Not at all, darlin’,” he says and lifts to peck my cheek. “You want to talk about our future? We’re going to talk about our future. All ten kids and the dogs too.”
“You better be joshing. Who’s having ten kids?”
He gives a deep laugh and climbs from the bed. As I watch his tight ass move toward the bathroom, I shake my head. With that body, he might get five of that ten out of me.
I laugh at my thoughts and fall back against the bed. I find myself daydreaming about a life with Trevor, kids, a dog, and a house he builds for us. I can’t stop smiling as the images run through my head.
“He’d be a great father,” I hum to myself.
Trevor
“You want some more juice?” I ask, holding the pitcher of orange up.
She covers her pretty mouth with her hand. “Yes, please.”
I fill her glass then mine. Then I place it back down and tuck into the rest of my breakfast. I was starving after my shower. I ordered room service before going back to my room for something to wear for the day.
“Do you really want to have ten kids?” Lynn asks quietly.
I look up from my steak and eggs and note the shy look on her face. I smile as I pretend to think the question over. I was joking earlier, but I wouldn’t care if we had fifteen as long as she’s the mama.
“I’m not married to the number. I know you’ll have your career. We don’t have to decide on a number now. I do want more than two.”
“Trevor, you’re talking like you want to be my husband or something,” she says as if she’s in disbelief.
I place my fork and knife down. Then I tilt my head as I stare at her. “Lynn, baby, have I not made it clear to you that I want you in my life?”