Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I grinned at his reluctance.
The reason for reluctance was simple.
I had no willpower to say no.
Like, I’d go in there, and every single puppy would draw my attention. I’d have to touch them all.
Granted, I may want to walk away with a few of them, but I’d grown at least some semblance of control over the last couple of years. I now knew that owning a dog cost way more than I was willing to shell out at this moment in time. Vet visits, grooming, and dog food added up.
Just the same, that was why I wasn’t ready to think about kids. Which was why I was a virgin.
Yep, you heard that right.
A virgin.
Sure, I wasn’t a saint. I’d done other things. But in the end, Louis had always been it for me.
“What’s that look on your face for?” Louis asked, interrupting my thoughts about my virginity and why I was still a virgin.
Cough, Louis breaking up with me, cough.
“No, we don’t have to go to Dog Alley.” I sighed. “It’s raining anyway. I don’t really want to be wet for our hour drive home.”
His eyes took me in, and I realized how that had sounded.
I felt my face flame and looked away, reaching for another bite of my funnel cake to distract me.
There were some ways I wouldn’t mind being wet—and the way he was currently thinking was the only one of them that I was interested in.
“I… shit,” he said as he pulled out of the drive onto the main road. “That doesn’t look good.”
I looked up to see a line of cars backed up all the way to the crosswalk with quite a few lights up ahead, indicating some sort of an accident.
“If you can swing a bitch,” I said, pointing behind us as I plugged my phone into the charging port. “We can go the back way.”
He looked over his shoulder and did just that, swinging a bitch in the middle of the highway and heading in the opposite direction.
“Hope you know where you’re going, because I don’t,” he muttered, a grin on his lips. “Do you have an extra charger in here? Mine’s almost dead, too.”
I dug through my center console and found a cord, then took the phone he handed me, my eyes going to his lock screen as it lit up, signaling it was charging.
It was a photo of… me. Well, it was a photo of a group of us. Louis, me, Caro, Sammy, Booth, and Bourne. But… I was the only person in the photo that wasn’t blurry. And I was staring at Louis with a smile on my face.
I remembered the time clearly.
It was a couple of months ago, after Ares had started dating Hayes. On a whim, we’d decided to take the photo as we were leaving. And since Louis had the newest phone, he’d been the one to take the photo. But we’d been all laughing too much, and in the end, I hadn’t even thought that he’d kept any of the photos. But he had.
I handed him another piece of funnel cake, my mind now racing as I analyzed the photo in my mind, but since my car was a manual and both of his hands were busy at the moment, he leaned over and took it out of my fingers.
His lips brushed my fingertips, and I felt my heart lurch at the feel of them.
I licked my lips, picking up another piece and feeding myself before offering him yet another piece.
He did the same thing again, only slower, allowing his lips to linger on my fingers.
This time, when I fed myself a piece, I made sure to lick my fingers clean of the powdered sugar.
I could feel his eyes on me, despite the fact that we were now driving fairly fast down a winding two-lane road.
When I reached for his piece, I used every ounce of courage I could muster and made eye contact with him.
His eyes reluctantly returned to the road, so I was the one to bring my fingers up to his mouth.
He leaned forward slightly, and his lips captured just the tip of one of my fingers, causing me to squirm in my seat.
Something of which he did not miss.
His tongue came out and licked just the tip of my finger, making my thighs clench in need.
He groaned, and I didn’t know whether it was due to the taste of the funnel cake, or the taste of me.
When I dropped my hand, I also dropped my eyes, and when I saw his erection tenting the front of his jeans, I felt a satisfaction like no other soar through me.
And just as I was about to feed myself a piece of the funnel cake, the car jolted.
At first, I thought it was due to the pothole that we’d barely missed running over, straddling it had been Louis’ only option. But then I heard the bang following the jolt, and I gasped.