Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Though I’d wanted nothing more than this, I’d honestly never thought it would happen again. We’d been talking on and off for a year. I couldn’t have gotten any more blatant than I had on my birthday. But my brain must have scrambled it all up. I’d sworn he was over it. That it had just been…him being nice. That I was the one still pining.
I’d gotten flirty from him in London when we had the time difference lined up to chat. But it wasn’t until I saw the fire in his eyes that I knew.
He’d been holding himself back.
He wanted me just as fucking bad as I wanted him.
His mouth covered mine as I came on his cock. He barely made it a handful of more thrusts before finishing inside of me. Our chests heaved. His forehead fell against mine.
And as we came down from the incredible high, I knew that I was ruined.
I’d wait.
I’d keep waiting.
I’d wait forever.
17
Chase
Well…
Fuck.
I hadn’t intended to fuck her.
I told myself I wouldn’t.
Then, we were strolling along. I had her hand in mine. The entire world felt peaceful and perfect and just…right. Like we should have been doing this all along. Even though I knew we couldn’t.
That we shouldn’t be doing any of it at all.
But I was a sucker.
And I was lost to her.
I’d missed the fuck out of her when she was in London. I’d told her to go. I’d told her to live her life there, and I assumed she had. I was sure that she’d met some London boy. I was jealous of every moment.
A feeling that I knew was wrong to feel.
When I’d found out she was returning to Seattle and not Lubbock, I’d decided, without a second thought, that I had to see her. Sure, I was visiting Curt. I hadn’t seen him in ages. His wife and kids were incredible, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t for her.
Now, my cock was inside of her, and she was panting breathlessly under my body, and I couldn’t regret it.
Wouldn’t regret it.
But I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do now.
“Harley…”
She pushed her lips against mine again, breathing the words, “Let’s just enjoy it.”
So, I gave up.
I would enjoy it. For as long as I could.
I withdrew from her body. We both righted our clothing. Neither of us able to contain the smiles on our faces. I wanted nothing more than to take her to my hotel and spend the rest of the weekend buried between her legs.
Unfortunately, I’d made plans with Curt because I was sure I could resist her. I’d been wrong. So very wrong.
So I had to drive her home.
“You could come to dinner,” I blurted out once we were in the car.
Her eyes widened. “With your friend?”
“Yeah. His wife is coming.”
“Oh shit, I was going to have movie night with Mom.” She bit her bottom lip and then said slowly, “I could cancel?”
“Don’t cancel on your mom,” I said automatically.
“I didn’t think we’d…that this was…” She trailed off.
“Same,” I agreed without her having to finish.
She sighed. “But I kind of want to cancel now. You’re only here for another day, and I won’t be back in Lubbock until August.”
“I know.”
“Let me text her,” she decided.
I should have pushed back. This wasn’t the bargain we’d made. But she was right. I wouldn’t see her again until August. Maybe I was being selfish, but fuck, I wanted to be selfish.
“She said all right,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Why do I feel like that isn’t all she said?”
She pocketed the phone. “Well, she said I told you so.”
“About?”
“I told her it wasn’t a date.” Harley shrugged. “And she figured out it was before I did, apparently.”
I laughed. “I want to hear that story.”
“It’s the struggle with being rebellious and having a rule follower as a daughter. She knows all the things.”
“Your mom always sounds like such a fun person.”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, we have hours before dinner,” I said. “What’s the best thing to do in your town?”
She grinned. “I’ll show you everything.”
A local’s viewpoint on their city was better than anything a tourist could manage, and we spent the next several hours immersed in her world. I loved every story and caveat and random mention about each of the locations. And as we wandered, I built a map in my mind of this Harley. The carefree city girl who could remember the name of all of her favorite ramen waiters, knew every street like the back of her hand, and insisted on trying more than one incredible coffee shop.
By the time we made it to dinner with Curt and his wife, Calli, we were love drunk. So many untroubled hours. No rival families. No obligations. No age difference. Just the girl I’d fallen for and the big city.