Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Until she crawled under that table and unlocked those dormant feelings by unzipping my fucking pants. It took me all night to figure it out, but I finally came to a decision.
I’m going to date her.
While she’s too busy focusing on learning all things related to sucking cock—and then some—I’m going to sneak in and get under her skin in a way she won’t be able to ignore. I’m going to risk our friendship for a shot at more, so much more, and the idea terrifies me because I can’t stand the thought of losing her.
Glancing up at the sky, I mentally bargain with the clouds threatening on the horizon. They can spew rain all they want if they’ll just hold off for a few hours. Because I have a plan, and it involves Sadie on my bike, her hair rioting around us as she clings to my waist. It’s been years since she’s been on the back of my bike. She hasn’t come near it since her father screamed at me for ‘risking her life on that deathtrap’ during our senior year of high school.
If there’s one thing I know about Sadie, it’s that she rarely stands up to Joseph Sawyer. She possesses a strong urge to please people; the trait is inherent in the fiber of her being. Some might see her as a pushover, a doormat. A weakling.
I think she’s stronger than fuck—she’s strong enough to put other people before herself time and again. She might have a potty mouth and the sexiest rack you’ll ever see, but underneath the veneer, she’s pure sweetness.
And holy hell, do I want a taste.
Her apartment complex is dead quiet. It’s just past ten in the morning on a Sunday, and most people are sleeping in. Mandy has already left for work, which is in my favor as that means Sadie is alone. We’ve never had to hide spending time together before, but I feel the need to do it now.
Agreeing to give Sadie the sexual experience she wants is akin to opening a can of worms, and I don’t need Mandy lecturing me on how I’m going to hurt her best friend in the process. People in this town might know me as a heart breaker, but the last heart I want to shatter is Sadie’s.
I try turning the knob, but it’s locked, so I rap on the door to her apartment. Several seconds pass, and I’m about to knock again when I hear footsteps. The deadbolt switches over, and she answers, rubbing sleep from her eyes as her hair frames her face in adorable dishevelment. Her skin is free of makeup, bringing out her freckles. I know she hates them, but I’ve always secretly loved those tiny spots dusting her porcelain skin.
“Get dressed,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Sadie blinks several times then raises her brows. “Aren’t you bossy this morning.”
“You’re gonna see my bossy side a lot more, so you might as well just accept it.”
She opens her door, gesturing for me to come inside, and I give her a teasing grin. “Besides, you know you love it, Sawyer.”
The truth in that statement flushes her cheeks. “The jury’s still out on that.” She heads into the kitchen and picks up the carafe of coffee I’m guessing Mandy made before she left, because Sadie obviously just fell out of bed.
“Want a cup?” she asks.
“No, thanks. I already had my daily dose.” More like three, considering I barely slept last night.
She pulls down a mug that says Redheads Do It Better. As she prepares her coffee, I lean against the counter and cross my arms, quietly watching her. Hell, I’ve watched her for years, but now it’s different.
Now I know what it’s like to have her mouth on me. I know what her throaty moans sound like when she’s about to come. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
Raising the mug to her lips, she trains her jade eyes on me and takes a cautious sip. “So, I’m guessing you’ve got something up your sleeve for today?”
“Thought we could go for a ride.”
“What?” Her eyes widen, and she lowers the mug. “Seriously? You brought your bike?”
“I did,” I say, biting back a smile at her excitement. “Think I can get you on the back of it without getting my ass chewed out this time?”
“Heck, yeah. What my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
I want to argue that point with her, since she’s a grown-ass woman living on her own, but I let it go. For now. If I ever get the chance to call her mine, that’s one thing that will have to change. She should have the freedom to make her own choices.
Outside the bedroom, anyway.
While she finishes her coffee and gets dressed, I scroll through social media, biding my time. Corinne messaged me, demanding an explanation for running out on her the other night. Eventually, I’ll have to deal with her, but today is not that day.