Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Go do your thing. We stay at this much longer, I’ll be carrying you up the stairs, and neither of us will get anything done today.” His arms fall away from me. I take a step back, ignoring my phone that’s ringing yet again. My mother can wait for another minute or two.
“I’m not opposed to that idea, but I do have work.” Besides, my small studio apartment is up there too. He doesn’t say anything as he slightly tilts his head and gives me a small smile, then Kade is throwing a jean-clad leg over his bike, turns the key, kicks up the stand, and then his motorcycle is coming to life. Jesus, I’m pretty sure I orgasmed watching him handle the big machine.
“Later, Drena,” he states. I nod in return. I’m glued to watching him for another moment. Sitting behind him was hot as hell. I held on to him, my arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder, and the wind in my face. This view is something else entirely. His muscular arms, broad shoulders, and the way he works the bike are something else entirely.
Once he’s at the stop sign, my phone goes off again. I dig into my back pocket to pull it back out, and sure enough, it’s my mother. “Hey, Mom, can I call you back? I’ve got to get ready for work.” Maybe this will curb her neediness to chat. Usually, it’s to gossip or talk about her problems, and, well, I kind of need time to decompress after my night.
“Hello, Audrena. Yes, call me after your lessons.” She’s short and to the point, hanging up after her last word. For someone who was blowing my phone up, she sure didn’t need anything important. I shake my head in annoyance and wonder. I’ll have to decipher my mother later. Right now, I need to move my ass, or I’ll be late for work, and I’m never late for a lesson with a student.
4 Kade
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Rhodes greets me over the door chime. I shake my head. Same old Rhodes. Some things never change. He’s standing behind the cash register, a cup of coffee in his hand and a magazine spread out in front of him.
“You got any more of that?” I ask, bypassing me finally making my presence known after being home for a couple of days. After being medically discharged, I was put through the wringer. Nothing unordinary, but once I was done, the last thing I was fit for was company. Camping out at the house for the first twenty-four hours, listening to the waves and watching the sunrise helped the bullshit swirling in my head. By the second day, things were better, and I needed sustenance. Plus my bike was calling my name. Then I met Drena, and shit changed for the better.
“In the back, where a pot is always brewed. You good?”
“Never fuckin’ better,” I respond as I walk toward him. The shop is still quiet this time of day. From what Rhodes tells me, the early afternoon is when the tourists arrive. The locals come in the second the doors open, load up on what they need, and then hit the waves. I’ll be doing similar this week. Yesterday, I counted sets. Today, I watched a woman sleep. Both were fucking amazing in different respects.
“Good.” Rhodes stands up from his stool. His retirement came with a parting gift, too—a knee that’s shot to shit. And he’s been trying to avoid another surgery at the age of forty-two. We meet at the halfway point and hug one another, slapping each other on the back. Luckily for me, my shoulder isn’t pissed off today. Losing more than fifty percent of mobility on your dominant side is a guarantee see yourself out of the military. Especially when you’re needed for a trigger finger.
“Retirement looks good on you, old man,” I tell Rhodes.
“Same goes, brother, same goes. You home for good?” We’ve kept in touch every few days, a text here, a call there. We also know that shit can change in a moment. There are some guys who get out and try to come home only to end up leaving after a couple of days.
“Yep. Thanks for the groceries and airing out my place.” We walk back to the small employee area. Besides Rhodes, another employee works on the fabricating of surfboards in the back. Now that I’m here to stay, hopefully, I can give Rhodes more of a break, plus sitting still is the last thing I want to do.
“Not a problem, though gotta warn you, and you’re not gonna like it,” he states as I make my way toward the coffee pot. My energy is slowly dwindling, my cock is still hard after taking Drena’s mouth, and judging by the tone of Rhodes' voice, I’m not going to like what he has to say one damn bit.