Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Six hours.” While I’ve kept my distance, that didn’t stop me from keeping my eyes locked on the pretty, blue-eyed, caramel-haired beauty. I go to grab another bag, this one filled with cold cuts, fruits, and chips, when she steps closer to me, our bodies almost touching.
“Kels, you’re playing with fire.” She takes a step closer.
“Maybe I want to be burned, Talon.” The tips of her fingers slide down my chest. I curse myself for not grabbing a shirt before coming out here. The hot Florida sun and humidity made me forgo the extra layer. I’ll be in a shirt soon enough once the party arrives. There hadn’t been a need to dirty up something only to wash it again.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” My hand has a mind of its own and moves to her hip, feeling her soft skin against my palm. My fingers slide down, meeting the fleshy part of her ass and sinking in.
“Talon.” Her eyes glaze over, heat and arousal coating my name on her lips.
“Get outta here siren, before I take you up on that ride you're looking for. We both know it’ll bring us nothing but trouble.”
The last thing I expect Kels to do is roll to the tips of her toes, mouth meeting the underside of my jaw as she places a soft kiss there with her lush lips. Goddamn, the scent of her, the feel of her, the way my cock perks up with a small twitch of her hips. She’s trouble, pure and simple.
“Later, Talon. Maybe one day, you won’t be such a scaredy cat to go after what we both want.” She settles down to the flats of her feet and steps away, leaving my hands bereft of her soft curves. What I am left with is a view of her walking up the dock, and while she may be going in the opposite direction of where I want her, I’m left with a great view of her backside, and believe me it’s as amazing as the front. All of her hair is tossed up in a messy bun with wavy tendrils falling down here and there along her strong shoulders, and she's got an hourglass figure and an ass I wanna sink my teeth into. Damn, today is going to be a long-as-fuck day.
1
KELSEY
Present Day
“Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.” I didn’t think I’d be living at home this summer after graduating from college with my marine biology degree. Except here I am. My parents and I looked at apartments, condos, and even checked the option of purchasing a house. None were feasible, even with roommates. Too many variables could potentially screw me over, fuck my credit up, and still land me at home. Those were my dad’s words, which he clearly didn’t mince. Needless to say, he won.
“Where are you going?” Mom asks. She’s sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand, floral robe covering her body, and cooling eye patches on. This is her usual. She’ll stay up way too late watching a documentary about serial killers. Hence the lazing around when the sun is shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky, and there’s a breeze. A rarity in the hot summer months.
“You know she’s heading to the marina to help Tara.” Dad has already been up, had a cup of coffee, checked at the tide, and is probably planning when he’s heading out on the boat. The downfall of where we live is when the tide is low, there’s no getting out of the canal that leads to the Gulf of Mexico.
“I am. She needs help at the convenience store with summer picking up.” Did I mention I’ve got this amazing degree and a job doing what I love, but the money is dismal and I need a second job if I’m ever going to move out of my parents' house? So, on the weekends, I work extra shifts and get to see even more of Talon than usual.
“You’re forgetting something, young lady,” Mom says, eyebrows lifting to her hairline. It’s so hard to take her serious with what she’s currently wearing. The hair turban seals the deal with her craziness even though it’s to help dry her hair; she’s truly taking self-care seriously today.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” I’m not sure what she is going to do once I finally move out. Any time I leave, it doesn’t matter if it’s within walking distance or driving distance, Mom is adamant about giving her a hug every single time. I may give her hell in the moment for being needy, but truth be told, I’d be upset should she ever change her ways.
“That’s what I thought.” Today’s attire for working the convenient store is as little as possible. I may work inside with an air conditioner, but the building doesn’t stay very cool; it may as well be off most days. The door opening and closing so often keeps it pretty damn hot and well, sweat happens. Dad lifts an eyebrow of his own as he sees what I’m wearing, or lack of what I’m wearing. Today’s outfit is a pair of black biker shorts, a cropped Captain T’s shirt, and canvas sneakers. Tara doesn’t mind what anyone wears as long as you have clothes on and a shirt with the logo.