Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that was pretty. I’m leaving before I take something you’re not ready for yet. Come downstairs when you’re done with your bath,” Ledger states. My eyes open, and I watch as he stands up, the bulge in his jeans showing me how big he truly is after only feeling him pressed against me a handful of times. It causes my center to spasm again, protesting at the fact that I’m pulling my fingers away from myself. Greedy is the one word I’d describe what I’m feeling right about now.
“Okay.” I’m breathless, chest still heaving, trying to get my breathing under control. Ledger stands there still watching me, seeing what I’ll do next, I’m sure. I surprise myself as I slide my leg back inside the tub, plant my feet in the tub beneath me, and use my hands on the ledge to lift myself up. The water has long since cooled off. The breeze from the open window raises goose bumps along my feverish skin.
“Christ, butterfly, you’re not playing fair. I’ll see you downstairs.” He licks his lips, top and bottom, in a way that you only see in a movie, long and slow, dragging the process out. It makes you want to taste and feel them against yours. I stay planted where I am. It’d be so easy to step out of the tub and run into his arms. Sadly, Ledger is right. There are so many things we need to talk about. An apology he more than deserves from me, and answers to the pile of questions I have. He walks out the door. I shuffle my feet until I can push the stopper that’s holding the water out of its plug, allowing the water to drain. The bubbles from the makeshift bubble bath slide off my skin. I reach for the towel on the vanity and catch sight of my body in the mirror. I’m flushed, cheeks rosy, chest much the same. I know I need to get my butt dried off, clothed, and down the stairs, but damn if I’m not nervous. So many variables are running through my mind that I have half a mind to stay sequestered upstairs, hiding out like a teenage girl throwing a temper tantrum after being late from curfew. That’s not what I’m going to do, though. Instead, I dry my body off and go through the rest of the motions, cleaning up after myself, semi-prolonging the process until I can’t anymore. It’s time to put one foot in front of the other and figure out what the hell is going on between Ledger and me.
8
LEDGER
My cock is going to have a permanent zipper imprint after witnessing the hottest fucking thing of my life. I’ve got zero regrets walking in on her and watching as she got herself off, especially because it was with the thought of me before I even made my presence known. The only thing I’m currently upset with is the fact I didn’t catch Tulsa taking care of herself on her bed. I’ve got some fantasies a man should never have had when she was seventeen years old and I was twenty-seven. It’s a damn good thing I never acted on them because one thing’s for sure: if Montgomery had found out while he was still alive, I’d be the one dead instead of him. I walk out the house, grab the paper products out of my truck, and check my phone to make sure nothing pressing needs my attention. Ella called and texted again, about some issue on a purchase order. I leave it where it is. That shit can wait, and there are other people at the office who can work on it. When I first started my roofing company, the yard and small trailer office were at the back of my property. That shit quickly changed when workers were coming and going too damn much, tearing up my yard to get to the back of the property. A man needs some damn peace and quiet away from work. The next year, I secured an office space with a bigger yard, where I am able to keep more materials on-hand. Having that shit away from my house gave me exactly what I needed.
“Hey, you really went all out,” Tulsa greets me as I struggle to open the screen door. Damn nuisance of a door. She holds the door open for me, my body sliding against hers as I pass. Our breaths hitch. Yep, my cock is never going to recover from today.
“Figured you’d be too tired to go into town, deal with all the questions after driving seven hours,” I tell her. It’s the truth. Once the town gets wind that Tulsa Rose is back, she’s going to be bombarded with hugs, questions, and a meal train of sorts all over again. This way, she can ease herself into it at her own pace.