Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
I come, in a big way, pink, white, orange, and green spots dancing behind my eyes in a swirled colorful haze as a series of loud whimpers escapes my mouth. Before I come all the way down, he turns to his back, bringing me with him, moving my hips back and forth so I can ride him.
My hair is plastered to my face, so I whip it back and our eyes meet. His hair is a mess, too; his dark eyes are full to the brim with sexual kryptonite as he bites his lower lip while moving me to and fro.
Boneless, I grab onto his shoulders and sort of melt as my orgasm starts to ebb. As I’m melting forward, into him, he pulls out and flips me to my belly, pressing me into the mattress as he slides back inside and slips his hand under my hip to again work my clit.
I chew the pillow, crying out while I wait for the rest of the orgasm to fade. But instead… it ramps up again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby,” he grunts, kissing the back of my shoulder.
Finally, he groans long and melts into my back.
“Fuck, yeah. That was insanely good, wasn’t it?” He kisses my neck again.
Insane? Yep.
He dozes off. But I don’t. He’s holding me close, both of us on our sides facing one another. His steady breaths are a breeze on my forehead as I ponder things.
Finally, I slip out from under his arm and roll out of the bed before reaching to the floor to see if I can find my dress. I spy the fluffy pink housecoat on the back of the door, so I go get it on instead and go to the bathroom.
When I’m back, he’s still sound asleep, so I squat and reach into his suit pants and find his phone. It goes into my robe pocket as I tiptoe out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen where my purse sits on the island. I take it with me and go to the covered porch that’s accessible from the back hall where the laundry and powder rooms are. Closing the door behind myself, I call Adam.
He answers before it rings for a second time.
“Hello?”
“Adam?”
“Chloe?” He sounds shocked.
He thought Derek was phoning.
“Hey,” I whisper.
He holds the phone for a second before he says, “Are you okay?” His voice sounds choked.
“That’s why I’m calling you. I probably don’t have long to talk, but I got ahold of his phone and found the app attached to the cameras there and heard you and your brother talking for a half a minute, but you guys said something about your grandmother. Is she… is she sick? What’s wrong?”
He lets out a big breath and then speaks quickly. “I… my uncle was found dead in prison. She got that news in the car and had a heart attack and dropped on my parents’ lawn on the way in after church. They…uh… revived her, but … it was too long before they did and now she’s… the news isn’t good. She’s not gonna wake up. They’re giving us time to get everyone here and then they’ll turn off the life support.”
My heart clenches. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“I think he did it, Chloe. I think he took care of my uncle.”
I wince.
“I didn’t answer his offer when he said he could take care of that for me. I didn’t… I didn’t tell him to do it. I haven’t talked to him at all since he … since he took you from me Friday night.”
“If he did do something to your uncle…” I swallow, “It wasn’t your doing.”
“You don’t know if it was him?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” he counters.
“No,” I whisper. “I mean I am but I’m not. You know?”
“Yeah. Same,” he says. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I took you for granted. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry about a lot of things.”
My chin trembles. “That should’ve been between you and me. And I’m sorry I said things someone else had a chance to overhear. There’s no point in going over it, though.”
“Guess not,” he mutters.
“Which hospital is your gran at? I’d like to go see her. I don’t know if I can get there. If I don’t, please know I’m thinking of you. But I’m going to see what I can do.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Chloe. I’ve told my family we’re over. They’re dealing with all this with Gran. You don’t want him to have a reaction either, so…” He lets that hang.
“Oh,” I whisper.
“It’s probably best that you don’t come. They’re giving time for Vera to get in and it’ll probably happen tomorrow night. I appreciate the thought though.” He sniffles.
He sounds far away. A million miles away from being the Adam I thought I was spending the rest of my life with.