Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
As you do.
She traces her fingers along the petals of a large black rose, her eyes intent on each line. I watch her, and when the significance of the date on one of the petals registers, her eyes widen. Her gaze cuts to mine, and I swallow nervously.
“Is that the date we kissed? At the house party?”
My lips kick up at the side. “Yeah.”
“It was the day before Callie’s birthday.” Her eyes widen even more. “Is this tattoo for me?”
I hold her gaze. “You know that answer.”
I watch as her eyes move from mine to the tattoo and back. “Why?”
It feels almost as if the tattoo will come alive and tell her the truth. “Because every time I look in the mirror, I want the day I fell in love to play in my head.”
“Benson,” she says hoarsely, her eyes filling with tears. “Why didn’t you show me or tell me?”
“I don’t know. For so long, it’s just been a part of me. I felt like, if you wanted to know, you’d ask.”
Her eyes dance with mine, and then she leans in, our lips crashing together. Together, we remove our clothes, laughing when the cold bites into us, but both of us are so lost in lust for the other, the cold is not even a concern. Thankfully, my wallet is in my pocket, and I grab a condom before she guides my pulsating cock inside her tight, hot wetness. We both groan at the utter perfection of our connection as she slides down my cock with ease. When her ass hits my thighs and I’m filling her to the hilt, I press my forehead into her chest, her name falling from my lips. Her heart pounds against my face as she kisses the top of my head, threading her fingers through the back of my hair. She then lifts herself, and I cup her ass, squeezing her sweet globes with a fierceness.
I move her up and down my cock, her head falling back as her moans fill the pond house in the most stunning way. I trail my tongue along her breasts, her clavicle, and her neck as the rhythm we create has every inch of me burning just for her. I feel she’s almost there, her pussy squeezing my cock in all the right ways. Each thrust gets harder as I stretch her with the intent of making her completely mine. When she jerks, her back arching as she cries my name, I’m right there with her, a guttural roar leaving my lips as I explode inside her. She sits, her ass twitching against my thighs as I embrace her, my breathing erratic and my heart so full, just for her.
My love.
I look up at her as my body vibrates with my orgasm. Her neck is red, her chest flushed, along with her face. Her thick lips are parted, her eyes squeezed shut as tears slide down the sides of her cheeks. I reach up, cupping her cheek so I can guide her to look at me. She doesn’t open her eyes as I wipe her tears, and then I kiss her top lip. Against her lips, I ask, “Why the tears, my beauty?”
Her eyes slowly open, full of tears and absolute love. “I love you.”
My lips quirk at the side. “That does nothing for my ego that you’re crying because you love me.”
She grins, cupping my face. “They’re happy tears,” she whispers against my mouth. “Because I’m deliriously happy with you.”
My grip on her cheek tightens as her words hit me deep in my soul. I lean in, our eyes locked as our noses press together, our lips only inches from each other. “Cameron.”
“Benson.”
“I hope our love story is like Grandma and Grandpa Adler’s. I want to live this incredible life with you and never live a moment without you.”
Her breath catches, and so quietly, I almost can’t hear her, she whispers, “I want that too.”
I feel something click into place inside me when our lips meet, almost as if we’re sealing our promise with a kiss.
A promise that will never be broken.
Quinn’s Chapter Three
I’m setting myself up for heartbreak.
I know I am.
But space isn’t a thing when it comes to Emery Brooks.
There isn’t a memory I have of being in my grandparents’ home in which Emery and I didn’t share this love seat. We would play video games, do homework, talk about her business plan and inventions, talk about how I was going to make sure all my patients played hockey again, or just be together. We kissed for the first time in this spot. It escalated to us on the floor, but this couch is special to us. And as we’ve always done, I find myself beside her, her thigh touching mine, her shoulder against mine, while some movie plays.