Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Yep,” he says.
I hesitate. “Because I have the key to your heart?”
He releases a laugh. “Well, yes. But this is the key to my cabin.”
“You’re giving me a key to your house?” I ask. Is this the next part of a relationship? Exchanging house keys?
“I am.”
“Oh.” I flip the key and study it. “Thank you.”
“But I’m also giving you the key to your house.”
My eyes meet his, and I frown. “Wait. What?”
Diesel grabs my hand and rubs the pad of his thumb over my knuckles. “I want you to move in with me.”
With wide eyes I blink, and my throat goes dry.
“I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night. I’m tired of cramming time with you between our work schedules and hectic lives. Now that the cabin is all fixed up, I want it to be our home. Decorate the walls. Fill it with pictures and candles. Pick out new pillows and blankets in your favorite color. Hell, new china and silverware. I’ve been ready for the next step with you for months but didn’t want to rush you. However, I know I want you in my life forever.”
Diesel’s looking at me as though I’m his whole world with his cowboy hat sitting just right and his green eyes sparkling at me. The scruff on his chin is newly trimmed. He’s my everything.
There’s no doubt in my heart that I want him.
“Rowan, what do you say? Do you want to live together?”
My eyes swell with happy tears. I frantically nod and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, absolutely!”
I pull his lips to mine, and he tightens his hold on me. “I love you,” I murmur.
“I love you more.” His hands slide up my thighs, moving my dress up to my waist, and he shifts my body until I’m straddling him. Rocking my hips, I feel him harden between my thighs. Diesel groans as I rub his cock against me.
“You want to take another one of my firsts?” I whisper.
He pulls back slightly, furrowing his brows. “What’s that?”
“Sex in a truck,” I explain. “I’ve never.”
The corner of his lips tilts up into a wide grin. “Good, neither have I.”
Leaning back, I flash him a skeptical look. “Really?”
“Serious! I was saving all the fun places for you.”
I snort, laughing. “I’m sure.”
He manages to undo his buckle and jeans, sliding them down until I palm his cock and stroke him.
“Fuck…” he hisses. “Why does it feel like it’s been too damn long?”
“Because it has!”
Sliding my panties to the side, he pushes a finger inside me. “Now you’ll have me all the time.”
“Finally,” I say, gasping as he adds a second finger. When Dawson sleeps over, we have to be quiet since his room isn’t far from the master, but now that we’re in his truck, we can be as loud as we want. “I need you inside me.”
He lifts me slightly to position himself against me, and I slowly slide down his length. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and my head falls back as we rock in unison and come together.
It’s the best Valentine’s Day ever.
“You’re what?” Riley shouts as I tape up the boxes in my room.
“You heard me.” I smirk.
“You and Diesel are moving in together? Like…legit?”
I nod.
“No one asked me.”
Snorting, I laugh. “Why does this surprise you so much? We’ve been dating for six months. You married Zoey after twelve hours,” I remind him with a shit-eating grin.
“Am I ever gonna live that down?” he huffs.
“Nope,” Diesel answers, rounding the door and walking in.
“That’s different. You’re moving in with my best friend,” Riley retorts, then points at Diesel. “And you…”
Diesel holds up his hands in surrender. “What now?”
“You know the rules. You break her heart; I break your neck.”
Diesel smirks. “Crystal clear, boss.”
“Relax.” I stand and pat Riley’s shoulder. “We’re living in sin, not getting hitched in Vegas.”
Riley groans, and without another word, he turns around and leaves.
“You’d think he’d be used to us dating by now,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Diesel leans down and gently presses his lips to mine.
“I could be the King of England, and I still wouldn’t be good enough for his little sister.” He shrugs, knowing there’s no use in worrying about it.
“Would that make me your queen?”
“You are most definitely my queen. Royal title or not.”
I smile. “Ready to be roomies with me?”
“Ready to have a three-year-old around half the time?”
“Well, I grew up with Riley so…” We both laugh, and we hear him shout from the room across the hall.
“I heard that!”
“Dawson’s a good kid. I love watching you be a dad and getting to experience him learning something new. Do you think Chelsea will be okay with me being around more?”
“Of course. I told her so she’s aware, but Trace is around him all the time too. As long as his parents are happy, he’ll be happy.”