Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I shoot off a thank you, one that earns me a middle finger emoji and I wait. She knows what running does to me, but from the way she acted when I wanted her to look me in the eye while I was inside of her, I don’t think she’s wanting me to chase her.
She didn’t want to talk. She instigated the entire thing, and it wasn’t until I was balls fucking deep did I realize what she was doing.
She’s going to learn very soon that trying to fuck me out of her system isn’t going to work for me. Getting off on my cock comes with having my own needs met, and even though I blew like a volcano earlier, that’s not my goal with her. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that if I could get her in my arms, it wouldn’t matter if we never had sex again. I’m not foolish enough to think I could resist her on any level, but I need more from her. I can’t give her some things without needing all of it.
It’s another twenty-minute wait before her cab pulls up outside of the hotel, and I’m at her side before she can climb all the way out.
“Flynn?” Her cheeks pink that perfect shade I love so much.
“You just took off.”
“Groceries?” She holds up two sacks of food.
“I had food in the fridge.”
She rolls her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips, and it’s enough to let me know I haven’t completely lost her. I know we have things to work on, and that little teasing grin is all the go-ahead I need to keep pursuing her.
“Don’t,” I say, stepping close as the cab pulls away. “Don’t leave without kissing me goodbye.”
I caress her cheek before lowering my mouth to her chin. She blinks up at me, and I wonder if she’s surprised I didn’t plant one right on her lips. It was hard not to but knowing she may have wanted it builds the anticipation.
“Catch you again tomorrow, baby.”
For good measure, I take a step back and smack her on the ass. She yips before moving her feet in the direction of the front entrance. I stand outside making sure she makes it on the elevator safely before turning around in a circle with my middle finger high in the air. I know Wren is fucking watching me.
He proves as much when he shoots off a text as I climb in my truck that her shift was just changed online to morning instead of closing. Followed up with…
Wren: And I would’ve kissed my girl on the lips before telling her goodnight. Pussy.
***
Finding Deacon’s light on in his office before the crack of dawn is surprising. Especially these days when his schedule is just as unpredictable as my moods have been.
“What are you doing here so early?” I ask, sticking my head inside his office.
He looks up from his computer with a frown. “What are you doing here at all? Don’t tell me you managed to fuck things up in just a couple of days.”
His faith in me is astounding… I sarcastically roll my eyes.
“I haven’t, but I needed to grab a few things from my office before starting my day. Is something wrong?”
He has a refreshed look to his face, as if he’s been awake for a while.
“Anna is exhausted all the time. She went to bed last night before the sun set, and I couldn’t resist climbing in bed with her. Since nighttime came early, I woke up at three, ready to take on the world. Figured if I can knock this shit out quick enough, I can make it home before she wakes up.”
The happiness on his face isn’t something I thought I’d ever see. He’s a surly bastard, or should I say he used to be one. Anna changed this man’s entire world.
“Pregnancy that exhausting, huh?”
“She doesn’t complain, but she doesn’t turn down the chance for several naps a day either.”
Thoughts of napping the day away while Remington is carrying our baby doesn’t freak me out. It makes me want to make it happen as soon as possible. Now only if she’d get on board. Her taking off last night after what we shared was a slap in the face. Thank God, I’m a resilient fucker. I won’t give up on her no matter how much she pushes me away. I can’t walk away from her. How I did it in New York is beyond me.
“But I’m glad you’re here.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” I step further into his office, taking a seat in the chair across from him.
“The Blairs have been calling. They want to know where their daughter is.”
It doesn’t surprise me that she didn’t tell them where she was going. Hell, she could’ve screamed it from the rooftop and they still wouldn’t have been paying enough attention to her to hear what she was saying.