Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Despite how I reacted, Madison helped me today.
As we turn on the road to Cash’s house, I try my best to not feel the regret that’s threatening. We have lost so much time. I can’t help but imagine what our lives would look like right now had either of us just spoken up about how we felt.
“Ads?”
I look over at him, realizing we’re parked outside of his house.
“I think it happened exactly how it was supposed to,” he says, his eyes soft and understanding.
“How can you know what I’m thinking now but you never did before?”
He takes a deep breath, but instead of responding, he climbs out and makes his way around the hood of the truck to open my door.
“Come inside with me,” he says, offering me his hand.
I don’t hesitate for a second, taking it in mine.
“I think,” he says after he closes the passenger side door behind me. “That I saw a hint of it after that dance your freshman year.”
“And you didn’t say anything? You left for college and I was so lost without you.”
“I would’ve gone to jail, Ads. Our age difference wasn’t okay then. By the time I came back to town for summer break, you had these shields up.”
I step to the side as he unlocks his front door.
“I figured you had come to your senses, that you realized liking the little orphan boy was beneath you.”
I freeze only a single step inside his house. “I never saw you that way, ever, Cash.”
He takes a deep breath, but I can still see in his eyes that he’s still not sure that I don’t feel that way now.
“I love you,” I tell him. “I’ve always loved you. I might not have known exactly how to do that the right way when I was younger, but I know what I feel now.”
He looks… relieved, as if he was still struggling with doubt.
“And you’re worthy,” I continue, walking closer and wrapping my arms around him. “And if you want to be a father, then I think you’ll be a great one.”
There’s a certain level of doubt I can read on his face, but he doesn’t argue with me.
There’s no hesitation when I lean forward for a kiss. It’s passion-filled, soft, and slow. It’s as if we’re finally realizing that we don’t have to pack a little of everything into every single second we’re together because we’ll get to do this today, tomorrow, and every other day we’re given the privilege to walk the earth.
The kisses are binding, promises of the future we’re agreeing to build together.
Tears sting my eyes before rolling down my cheeks and flavoring our kiss.
“Hey,” he says, pulling back and swiping a thumb over the trail of tears on my face.
“Is this real?” I ask, my voice a little broken, my fear a tangible thing in my chest.
“So real,” he vows. “I hate the wasted time. I’m sorry I was a coward.”
“Let’s not live with regret. We can just make up for lost time.”
He pulls me tightly to his chest, and I know he’s in the same mindset as me when his erection throbs against my lower belly.
“That sounds a lot like we’re not going to work tomorrow.”
“I’m feeling a little under the weather,” I say, faking a cough.
“No one in town would believe it, especially after that show we put on in the middle of town.”
I do my best not to feel embarrassed, but my cheeks still begin to warm.
“What do you think they’d say if they knew how well you took my cock?”
I suck in a hiss of air, my body tuning in immediately to his words.
“How did you—”
“Do you really think I’d stop reading the series? I went back and started from the beginning, waiting for the eighth book to release.”
“Next week,” I say, moaning when he tilts my head to the side, his lips roaming down my neck.
“We can read it together,” he offers. “But today, we’re just us. We’re not performing scenes out of a book.”
“Yes,” I say, the word sounding more like a whimper.
His hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts until I gasp from the pressure, before moving on and tracing a wandering finger up my thigh as he lifts my dress. He brushes his finger over the slickened front of my panties before letting my dress fall back around my thighs and reaching for the zipper on the back.
“I get to do this every day?” he asks, a heightened level of awe in his voice when I lift my arms over my head so he can pull my dress off me.
I nod, biting my lip because I wasn’t exactly prepared to get naked in front of anyone today. My bra and panties don’t match. I’m dressed for comfort, not seduction, but it doesn’t seem to make any difference to him. He runs his eyes over every visible inch of me, his hand absently gripping his erection over his jeans.