Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I couldn’t even function.
I was coming too, and I hadn’t even been aware I was close.
Come shot out of my cock in long spurts, bathing her insides in my essence as she continued to call my name.
“Sterling,” she gasped.
I growled as I started to work the last few dregs of come out of me, coming down from my orgasm gradually.
“You’re like a freakin’ drug,” she whispered.
I buried my face in her neck before there was a loud pound on the door nearly on top of my face.
“I’m not going away, even after hearing how slutty you and your woman sound.”
I stiffened and started to pull away when Ruthie’s arms tightened around my neck.
“Go out the back,” she whispered.
I pulled out of her wetly, smiling when my come started to leak out of her, falling to her thighs like an erotic picture.
She looked down, following my gaze, and laughed.
“You would find this sexy,” she shook her head.
But when she would’ve walked to the bathroom, I stopped her with a hand in her hair.
“You forgot to say something,” I whispered darkly.
She snorted.
“I didn’t forget a damn thing,” she answered, walking forward until I either let her hair go or hurt her.
I let her go.
But then she turned to look at me over her shoulder, dressed only in a shirt with her hair a messy mass around her face and over her shoulders.
“Sterling?” She asked.
I rose one brow at her. “Yeah?”
“You’re gonna laugh,” she admitted.
“Laugh at what?” I wondered aloud.
“I don’t want to say I love you…because love screwed me over once and I don’t know if I can ever say it again. Because those words lost meaning to me. But I...ich liebe dich,” she said before hurrying to the bathroom.
I followed her, stripping my wet pants off and kicking them against the far wall of her bedroom.
“What language is that?” I asked her softly, taking a seat on the bed so I could see her as she wet a washcloth in the sink.
Her head hung.
“It’s something I remember my…dad…saying to someone on the phone. I looked it up one day. It means I love you in German,” she whispered.
Almost so softly that I couldn’t even hear her.
But it was enough.
For now, it was enough.
Chapter 10
It’s a bend me over the bed and make me like it kind of day.
-Coffee Cup
Sterling
“Where’s Ruthie?” Cormac asked me four hours later as we walked into the gas station.
I grimaced.
“She’s having lunch with Sawyer,” I told him. “You realize we’re going to get covered in mud, don’t you?”
Cormac shrugged. “Been done before, boy.”
Garrison grabbed three Gatorades from the cooler and walked up to the checkout to pay.
“What’s his problem?” I asked Cormac,
Cormac’s eyes went to Garrison, then back to mine.
“He’s still upset with you.”
I froze and turned to survey Cormac’s face. “What do you mean he’s upset with me? Why? I haven’t even been here to offend him.”
He didn’t say anything, only raised his brows at me for so long that I started to think over what I’d just said.
Then it hit me.
Literally.
“Here,” Garrison said as he tossed a Gatorade at my chest.
It hit me with a thump and fell to the floor at my feet.
I looked up at Garrison to see his back retreating out the door, and I knew what I had to do.
I ran at him from behind, tackling him in the grass about thirty yards from the entrance.
He went down hard with me on his back, and I got him in a chokehold that he wouldn’t be getting out of anytime soon.
“Get off me, ass fucker,” Garrison growled, struggling uselessly to get me to off him.
I only held on, putting my face close enough to his that my beard was in his eye.
“I love you, fucker. And what’s wrong with ass fucking?” I asked.
“Nothing’s wrong with ass fucking, I just don’t want it from you. Now get off me,” he said, rolling onto his back.
I let go of him and Garrison was instantly on his feet.
“You look like shit,” I said, studying him.
Garrison sighed.
“It’s school. There’s a new football coach that’s riding my ass constantly. Not to mention that you’ve been missing for nearly ten weeks, and all of a sudden you show up, demanding we play ball with you like nothing even happened!” Garrison yelled, waving his hands in the air.
Garrison had always been a hand talker.
He acted out everything as he spoke, embellishing where shit needed embellished.
He was always overly animated, too.
Everything with Garrison got blown out of proportion.
But I didn’t mind.
I loved Garrison like a brother, despite his annoying faults.
“Yeah, it was fun to drive two and a half hours thinking that something was really wrong,” Cormac said, finally catching up to us.
He had all three Gatorades in his hands, as well as all three gloves.
The moment he got close enough, he started to divvy out our things, stopping only when he held his glove and Gatorade.
“So let’s go do this. I have to be back by seven for a game,” Cormac said.
I raised a brow at him, but nonetheless started to walk.
We usually played at the park right down the street from us, stopping in at the gas station for a drink along our way.
It was about twenty minutes from my place, and served as a central meeting point for the three of us.
“So what’s up with the football coach? Is he being a dick on purpose?” I asked.
Garrison shook his head. “No. Yes. I don’t fuckin’ know. I think he’s threatened by me. But I’ve never done a damn thing to him. I’m not even involved in the football team.”
Garrison was the baseball coach at Shreveport High, and the lead science teacher.
He was a smart motherfucker, and maybe the guy was just threatened by him on a general level.
Garrison wasn’t very approachable. Which I told him in the next breath.
“I hate your fuckin’ face. True story,” Garrison growled, shoving me away from him.
I laughed. “You’re lying. You love my fuckin’ face, which is why you’re so upset with me.”