Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Fine,” he huffs, wrapping his hand around my waist and picking me up with him. I wrap my legs and my arms around him as he walks over to the counter, grabs the phone, and goes back to the couch.
“You could have just asked me to move.” I laugh when he sits back down.
“But then I wouldn’t have you all wrapped up on me.” He kisses my neck. “Here we go,” he says. Looking down at the phone, he presses the call button. I literally feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest. I put my hand on his chest, feeling his heart is beating faster than mine.
“It’s going to be fine,” I assure him, but he doesn’t say anything because the guy answers the phone.
“Miles.” Xavier says his name.
“I was wondering if you were avoiding me,” the man says, laughing and makes Xavier chuckle.
“Who, me? Never,” Xavier replies. “What’s up?”
“I was supposed to be in town, but something came up,” Miles explains. “But I have news.”
“Do I want to know?” he asks, his heart beating even faster.
“A couple of GMs are interested,” Miles reports, and my eyes never leave Xavier’s.
I can see the way his eyes go a darker shade of gray. “Okay,” he says.
“Set up the meetings,” he finally adds. My eyes go big as I have to keep my lips sealed shut before I cheer for him. I know that it took a lot for him to take that step. “Then just message me back the dates, and I’ll set up things on my end.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask what changed,” Miles states. “So let me set shit up before you change your mind.” He just disconnects, and I wait for Xavier to say something.
“How are you feeling?” I can’t help but ask him, my hands trying not to shake while I wait for him to answer.
“Not the worst I’ve felt.” He looks down at my hands on his chest. “Will you come with me?”
“Yes.” I don’t even have to think twice about it. “Wherever it is.” He pulls me to him. His hands circle me as I lay my head on his shoulder, not saying a word, hoping he can feel my strength and energy go to him.
I don’t know how long we sit here before he kisses my neck. But it goes from bright and sunny to a bit darker.
“Let’s go watch the sunset,” he urges, and I think he means going up on deck, but instead, he means taking me out to watch the sunset. He unplugs everything, and in a matter of fifteen minutes, I’m walking back onto the boat.
“Look at you,” he throws over his shoulder at me, “a perfect yachtie.” He puts his arm over my shoulders when I stand next to him as I wrap my arms around his waist. He takes us to our spot, and I walk up to press the anchor button, the way he showed me when we were with my family.
“It’s good,” I tell him, and he turns off the boat before joining me on the sun pad. He props up the sun pad to lean back on it. He sits down and opens his legs for me to sit between them. I press my back to his chest, moving to the side so my face touches his. We both watch the sunset, neither of us saying anything. “Do you want to stay here for the night?”
He looks at me and smiles. “With you, I’ll stay anywhere.” He kisses me on the lips. I turn in his lap, and in a matter of minutes, we are both naked. He slides into me at the same time our mouths fall on each other’s. I cling to him as we both come, and we walk inside a couple of hours later. We munch on a couple of things, and his phone beeps. He looks at me, not sure of what to do.
“You can answer it tomorrow,” I tell him, and he just looks down at his hands starting to shake.
I slip my hand in his, the tears threatening to come, but I stay strong for him. “You are the one who controls this narrative,” I reassure him. “You. No one else.”
He kisses me softly before letting my hand go and walking over to his phone. I swear I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to tell me what is on the text. I hate that I’m itching to ask him what it says. Hoping he tells me before I ask him, I keep it neutral. “Everything okay?” I ask as the lump forms in my throat.
“Yeah.” He looks down. “Can you leave tomorrow?”
Even if I hadn’t been able, I would make it so I could. “Yes,” I tell him. “Just one little thing.” I hold up my hand. “I need to stop by my place and pack. The only thing I have on the boat is boat attire.”