Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
That day changed things for me. Max somehow has a sixth sense about things , and at that moment, sitting across from him about to ask for his sister’s hand in marriage, I was worried that he wouldn’t give me permission. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and started in with my speech.
“I know I’m not good enough for her, and I know she deserves the world. I never believed in forever until I met her. These last few weeks have proved to me that I need her in my life. She’s the good in me, and pushes away the demons that never seemed to give me a break. I haven’t had a nightmare since she started sleeping over. I used to dream about my dad, I used to dream about Iraq, and Afghanistan. My mom and dad dying. I swear to God my brain used that time to make me remember since I never allowed myself to do it in waking hours. I need her.” I said.
Max just stared, and I started to feel the urge to squirm in my seat. I haven’t felt the urge to do that since my dad caught me trying to sneak some Twinkies out of the kitchen in my pants.
“My mom wanted her to have our grandmother’s ring when she was proposed to by the man of her dreams. I can get that for you on the way home. We have a safe deposit box at Kilgore Bank and Trust.” He said simply.
A huge weight lifted from my shoulders that I hadn’t realized was there.
“Fuck.” I said simply letting my head droop in relief.
I hand clasped my shoulder and I looked up and stared into Max’s eyes.
“You aren’t good enough. Don’t disappoint me.” He said, upended his beer, and then took off.
I sat there in the booth for another hour before making my way back home. Tonight was Ember’s turn to cook. I grimaced and prayed that she didn’t find another recipe off Pinterest. They may look good on the sight, but that didn’t mean she could reproduce the same thing in our kitchen.
Paying the tab that Max conveniently left me; I walked out into the muggy afternoon. The sun was behind some dark ugly clouds, and I double-timed it to my bike. I’d just pulled up in front of the house when the skies opened up. You weren’t truly a biker if you didn’t ride in the rain. I enjoyed riding in the rain, but today I had other plans.
Rain poured down, and drenched me to the bone within seconds. Luckily, I had my phone stashed in its Life Proof case; otherwise, it’d have been toast. I pounded up to the porch and stopped once I reached the door. Reaching behind my head, I tugged the collar of my shirt and yanked it over my head. Next, I did my boots and socks. Right when I was about to start on my jeans a piercing whistle sounded next door.
I knew she was there, which was precisely the reason I started stripping in the first place. Looking up, I spotted Ember and Cheyenne two houses down.
“Don’t you dare, Ponch.”
Rolling my eyes skyward, I counted down from ten. I hated when Max called me that, and here his little sister was doing the same thing. I’d beat the bastard, but it might be frowned upon to kick your wife’s brother’s ass. Turning my back to the women, I noticed Ember was wearing my favorite yoga pants. A niggling of want popped into my head, and once it was there it amplified into full-blown need.
Crooking my finger at her, I waited for her to come to me. She shook her head, so I decided to play dirty. Popping the first button on my jeans, I saw her eyes widen. She started to take a step towards me but then stopped herself when she realized what’d she’d just done. She was calling my bluff. Turning my back to her, I quickly popped the other four buttons and started to lower my jeans just to the curve of my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Ember charging towards me through the rain.
She hit our porch and promptly leapt onto my back. Her wet, hot, slick skin warmed my back, and I growled at the heat emanating from her. Taking her by the arm, I slung her around to where her front was plastered to my front, and her legs were wrapped around my waist.
Her warm lips traveled up the side of my neck and she hummed. “Now we both have to get nakie.”
Twisting her around so our fronts were plastered together, I placed soft kiss on her lips. One tiny, soft touch.
“Precisely.” I whispered against her mouth, and then kissed her for real.
She moaned and started moving her hips against mine. I pinned her against the wall with my body, but then had to make a mad grab to keep my pants from exposing anything to Cheyenne who I knew still stood there watching us. Looking to my left, I confirmed my suspicions when I saw her and Sam leaning against the wall watching us with smiles on their faces.
“You know,” Sam yelled. “We do have little kids here now. You might want to take that inside.”
“É bebê fazendo tempo.” I yelled back at Sam.
Sam burst out laughing and then hooked an arm around Cheyenne’s neck dragging her to the door with him.
“I don’t need the weather!” He yelled before slamming the door.
If I wasn’t wrong, they were about to be doing the same thing I was about to do. There was just something about a good thunderstorm that brought out the bad in me.
“What does that mean, what you just yelled at him.” She asked me.
“Look it up in the morning.” I growled against her neck.
She might flip if I told her what it meant.
“Tell me now.” She whispered against my neck.
Thunder boomed overhead making us both jump at the suddenness of it. My body held Ember’s up against the brick of the house. Both of our breathing was heavy. Ember’s hair lay plastered to her head. Her white shirt was transparent now due to the rain. I could see her hard nipples poking through, and immediately knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.