Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Janey, that’s it.” His hand moved away from her leg, but she kept it firmly attached to his hips, arching into him more. He gripped her breast, massaged the globe, and when her nipple was erect, he started pinching the tissue. His hips were still moving back and forth, but it was languid and comforting. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Feeling this kind of intimacy was exhilarating, and Jane tightened her hold on him. Since she’d gotten on birth control at the town’s free clinic, there was no barriers between them. It made her feel closer to them, more loved. She just wished she could give them more. They did so much for her, for her mother. They were the most selfless people she knew, and her love for them grew every day. “I love you too, Will. God, I love you.”
Chapter 22
When Jane and Will came back to the party, the music was louder, and the alcohol was flowing even more freely. William grabbed her hand, and she looked down at it and then up at him. She didn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. His grin matched hers, and he gave her hand a light squeeze. Looking around at the people, she wondered if they knew what she and William had done. No one paid any attention to them. In fact, the majority greeted both of them, and some handed beers to them.
They made their way back to the circle of guys they left earlier. Although none of them mentioned they had been gone longer than what was needed to take a piss, Jane got a few smirks and raised eyebrows. The conversation started back up about construction and technical jargon that had her lost. Then she realized Rys was missing. Looking around, she saw him over by one of the kegs, with Christa Martine sidled up very close to him. Jane wasn’t a jealous person by nature, not she knew all about Christa.
It wasn’t hard to see Christa’s attraction. She stared up at Rys, who had his back to her as he talked with a few other guys. No, Jane had nothing to be jealous over, and just as she was about to turn around and put her petty feelings behind her, she watched Christa grip Rys’s arm, which caused him to turn and look down at her.
Even from this distance, she could see Rys’s confusion as he stared at Christa, but then he leaned down, and she whispered something in his ear. His face paled and then hardened. He shook his head a few times, his mouth moving quickly as he spoke. Christa’s mouth started moving as well, and her hand slid up his arm and stopped on his chest. His brows were knitted, and he shrugged her hold off of him, still shaking his head.
Jane’s heart pounded, and she found herself gripping William’s hand tighter. He was too engrossed in construction talk to realize her distress. She tried to keep her calm, keep her face smooth of reaction, but the longer she watched Christa touch Rys, and the fact that he wasn’t pushing her away, had Jane thinking all sorts of horrible things. Are they sleeping together? It wasn’t like they sat down and declared their exclusivity to one another, although Jane assumed as much after they told her how much they loved her.
Jane couldn’t hear what they were saying, and it wouldn’t have bothered her so much that he was talking to Christa if not for the fact that the two of them started walking toward the forest, her arm now wrapped around Rys’s bicep.
Chapter 23
The feel of Christa’s hand on him had his whole body tightening. Rys didn’t like it, but the bomb she dropped back at the keg had his brain malfunctioning. He couldn’t think straight, and now all he could think about was getting her away from the general population so they could really talk about it. Once they were far enough away, he ripped his arm out of her hold and spun around, glaring at her.
“There is no fucking way, Christa. No fucking way. I’ve never even fucking slept with you.” His voice was rising, but it wasn’t because he believed the bullshit she was spouting. Christa wasn’t known to be the most honest person, and her claiming he’d knocked her up was beyond ridiculous, especially since he’d never had his dick anywhere near her.
“Rys, it’s possible,” she whined.
He looked pissed. “It’s not possible. The night you’re claiming it happened, we never even had sex. So tell me how the fuck you got pregnant by me.” He ran a hand through his hair, getting more and more pissed.
“Yeah, well…” She shrugged. “You were drunk, but not that drunk.”
Yeah, he’d been wasted, but shit, he hadn’t been so black-out drunk that he wouldn’t remember sleeping with someone.