Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“We are trying to figure it out.”
“Did you ask her to move here?” my father asks me, and I shake my head. “Well, why the hell not?”
“It’s not that easy, Dad.”
My grandfather chuckles. “How isn’t it that easy?” he asks. “It seems simple to me.”
“I can’t just ask her to uproot her life.” The nerves start to fill my body.
“She’s having your child. Are you going to what… see the child every other week?” Casey asks, and I swallow down the bile that is starting to rise up my throat. “Or is it going to be once a month with a week during the holidays?”
“No, of course not,” I reply, but I don’t really fucking know, which gets me even more angry.
“Gabriel,” my father urges softly, “why don’t you just ask her to move here? Worst case, she says no; best case, she says yes.”
“It’s not the way it works,” I tell them.
“This is what is wrong with you young ones,” Casey states. “You make shit too complicated.” My father and grandfather agree with him. “And before you come at me with this whole it’s different now, I’m calling bullshit again. It’s not different. If you want her, why don’t you just get the balls and tell her”—he gets up, grabbing his cup of coffee—“instead of just hemming and hawing about shit?”
“I don’t say this often,” my grandfather adds, “but he’s right. You need to talk to her.”
“I am going to,” I tell them. “When the time is right.”
The three of them laugh at me, and I push off from the desk. “I have shit to do before I leave this afternoon, so if this meeting is adjourned?”
“Say hi to her for us,” my father interjects, “and bring her home, yeah?”
I roll my eyes at him, then turn to Casey. “You still giving me a lift?”
“Yeah, I have to meet with Matthew to discuss the hockey team.” I roll my lips, trying not to laugh at him.
“Something you never do, buy a fucking hockey team to get back at your granddaughter’s boyfriend,” my father goads, “especially when you know nothing about hockey.”
“I know hockey,” Casey retorts. “I just don’t know how to skate properly.”
We all share a look, and I walk out of there laughing silently. Six hours later, we are touching down in New York, and I’m on my way over to Zara. The front door swings open when the truck stops in front of it, and she leans against the doorjamb. She’s wearing loose shorts, a tank top, and a long sweater that goes down to her knees. I walk up the steps, the smile on my face from ear to ear. “Hey there, Cowboy,” she greets when I’m in front of her.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” I wrap my arm around her as I walk her back into the house. Dropping my bag at the door, I make my way to her bedroom, but the need to get into her makes me turn to the left and head straight for the living room. Her lips are on mine, her tongue with mine, and even though it’s only been four days since I’ve been with her, it feels like it’s been forever and a day.
Placing her on her feet and sitting back on the couch, I watch her quickly take off her shorts, leaving her in a red thong and her white tank top that shows me she isn’t wearing a bra. She turns to sit on my leg. “You going to show me how much you missed me, Cowboy?” she asks me, leaning into me. I meet her halfway, sitting up as our tongues dance together. I move my hands up her tank top, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She lets go of my lips to moan my name before turning and straddling me. The sweater she is wearing falls off her shoulders as her hands get lost in my hair. She flings the sweater off her before grabbing the bottom of her tank top. “Look at how big my boobs got”—she moves the tank up, freeing them—“and they are so sensitive.” She pushes them together, and my hands come up to cup them before my mouth takes a nipple, and her head falls back, her hair brushing back onto my hand. I move to the other nipple as she grinds her pussy onto my cock. My hands go to her ass, gripping it.
“I think I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly as I flick her nipple with my tongue. She moves back, arching her back as her hips move up and down, my fingers rolling her nipples. Her eyes become hooded, and she grinds down on me. “I need your cock in my mouth.” She moves off me, kneeling between my legs before reaching up and grabbing my shirt and lifting it over my head, tossing it to the side where her sweater and shorts are. Her hand quickly unbuckles my belt as she bites her lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this for the past few days,” she mumbles, her eyes not on me but on her hands as she pulls the zipper down. Her hands are frantic to get my cock out as I lift my hips, and she helps me pull my pants down to my ankles. I’m barely back on my ass before her hand fists my cock, and she swallows half of it down her throat. She works my cock with her hands and her mouth.