Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Maybe.” Her elbows give out, and she drops her head down to the bed and stares back at me.
“Just maybe.” I lean over and bite down gently on her red skin. “Maybe you need another demonstration to know for sure.”
“It can’t hurt.” She agrees and I give a few more quick smacks. She moans my name as her silky legs tremble.
On the verge of coming before I even get inside her sweet pussy, I line my cock up with her tight opening and pause to admit, “I love you.”
Her curvy body stiffens, and I wonder if I’ve rushed things. I’m wondering how to fix my blunder when she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “I love you, too.” My heart settles into a normal rhythm for the first time since I met her as I drive forward into her wet pussy.
I dig my fingers into her soft hips and pull her back to meet my rapid thrusts. The sound of our ragged breathing fills the room as I make love to my girl. Twice.
I end up arriving at the Houston airport at three forty-five to find my brothers’ flight is late. Then it takes an eternity for them to deplane and find their luggage. The entire time, I’m missing my baby doll like crazy. I should’ve fucking brought her with me.
“It’s colder than a well-digger’s ass,” Saint complains as we walk through the parking garage. “Isn’t it supposed to be warm in Texas?”
“Not year-round, dipshit,” I grumble and click my key fob to unlock the SUV. “We get cold weather just like every other place.” I leave the “duh” unsaid. “You fucking played hockey so you should be used to cold.” Another “duh.”
“Yeah, but I left my warm, inviting woman at home to spend a cold weekend with you two assholes.” The humor in his eyes tells me my younger brother is just teasing me, but I’m not in the mood right now. I have a weird sensation piercing the center of my chest, and I have no idea what’s causing it.
“What’s eating you, asshole?” Dare hops in the back seat of my SUV and slams the door while Saint slides into the passenger seat.
“Nothing,” I lie and stop to pay the parking attendant. It killed me to leave my soft, warm woman lying in bed while I drove to Houston to pick up these assholes. I should’ve let them rent a car and stayed in Silver Spoon Falls with Jazzy.
“Bullshit.” Saint calls me on my lie as soon as I pull away from the booth.
These fuckers aren’t going to let the subject die, and I’m all the fuck out of patience, so I blurt out, “I’m in love.”
Saint spins around to stare at me before looking over his shoulder at Dare. “You owe me fifty dollars, asshole.”
“Motherfucker,” Dare mumbles and throws a wad of money into Saint’s lap. “I can’t believe you hit that on the head.”
“What did you fuckers bet?” I’m not shocked. My brothers can’t resist a bet.
“We heard the stories about Silver Spoon Falls.” Dare smirks. “I bet it would take at least two months before some woman thawed your icy ass, but Saint said it would happen before the store’s grand opening.”
“Fuck off, both of you,” I grumble halfheartedly.
“We love you, too,” Saint tells me. “Now, take us to meet your girl.”
“Yeah,” Dare agrees. “Then we need food. I’m fucking starving.”
“You’re always starving.” My twin is known for his fucking hollow leg.
“What can I say? I’m a growing boy.”
“Lucky for you, I planned ahead and arranged for Jazzy to meet us at the best steakhouse in Texas.”
Chapter 10
Jazzy
Roger lays on Will’s massive leather sofa, watching as I race through the house, making sure everything is ready for Will’s two brothers. Every now and then, my spoiled cat licks his paw or swats imaginary toys floating in the air, unconcerned about my panic.
The butterflies zipping around in my stomach have butterflies in their stomachs as I glance at the clock and realize I’m running late. Really, really late.
I throw on my coat and give Roger a quick pet before heading out the door. Two steps off Will’s front porch, I slide and almost fall on my rear-end. A light, icy mist is steadily falling, and the temperature must have dropped several degrees since I was outside last.
I look around and see a light coating of ice covering just about everything. After carefully making my way over to my car, I wonder if I should call and check on Will or even postpone our lunch.
I’m debating my options when I see the Andersons’ minivan roar down the icy road. They don’t seem to be having any problem navigating, so I decide to try my luck.
Two miles from home, I realize my mistake as my little car slips and slides along the icy road. Oh, man. I’m looking for a driveway to turn around in when I drive over a bridge and my car spins out of control.