Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I understand,” my father tells her. “Life is . . . fickle. It surprises us in ways that sometimes we’re not quite ready for. I think if you truly gave this place a chance, truly opened your heart to Nick, you will see this is right where you belong. You will find your happiness here, just as I have with Nick’s mother. As for missing your parents and your home, I fear that will never change, no matter where you are in the world, but I can guarantee that it will eventually get easier, and one day, you’ll be able to look back on those memories with fondness.”
“I sure hope so,” Mila whispers.
With that, my father gets up from the table before walking behind Mila’s chair and placing his hand on her shoulder. “Do try to find it within yourself to forgive Nick. You both deserve to have everything with each other, and between you and me, Nick is better with you here. His heart is brighter, and I don’t want to see what happens to him if you were to choose to go back to New York.”
Who would have known my father was such a wingman?
My parents leave, and when Mila makes her way into the kitchen, intent on helping me clean up, all I can do is walk into her and wrap her in my arms, watching the way she sinks into me. Her arms wrap right around me, and as she rests her head against my chest, silence falls over us.
She hasn’t allowed me this close in a long time, and now that I finally understand what’s going on inside of her, that it’s so much more than just being angry that I knocked her out and brought her here, I need to try harder.
“I’m sorry, Mila,” I murmur, my lips against her hair. “I didn’t realize it ran so deep. If I had known—”
“Don’t do that,” she whispers. “Don’t regret bringing me here. I want to be here. I want to be with you in this place. This is my home now. I just need to work through some things first. But your dad is right. I need to figure my shit out, and the sooner I can do it, the better.”
OCTOBER
My cock springs to life. These past few months have been fucking torture, and what’s worse, Mila knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Apparently, she made herself some kind of deal that she won’t break during these twelve months, and she’s determined to stick it out. Even if that deal was made out of anger.
She’s not angry anymore, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to spread her legs and let me have my wicked way with her. She wants to make me suffer right up until Christmas when she makes her final decision to stay or go.
Fuck. Just the thought of her leaving cripples me because what happens then? If she walks away and decides she can’t forgive me for taking her away from her life, what am I supposed to do? Will she keep wishing me back every year? Do we go back to the way things were when I would sneak into her bedroom just to watch her sleep on Christmas Eve? Not being able to reach out and touch her will fucking destroy me, but not as much as she’s trying to destroy me right now.
I listen to her sweet moans coming from my bedroom, moans I would recognize anywhere. She whispers my name, knowing damn well I hear everything. She didn’t even bother closing the door because she doesn’t intend to hide this from me. Her intentions are clear—she wants to fuck with me. She wants to drive me wild with need, and it’s more than working. Hell, I’ve had to jerk off eight times in the shower this week alone, and it’s only Wednesday.
“Nick,” she groans again, and this time, I can’t fucking help myself.
Reaching up to the one cupboard she can’t reach in the living room, I scoop up the little present I made for her earlier this week and make my way to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway, my shoulder propped against the frame as I simply watch the show.
Mila sits up in our bed, her spine straight against the headboard, head tipped back, and those beautiful eyes closed. She’s wearing a black lingerie set with her knees up and her fingers pushing the material of her thong aside as she works her sweet clit. Her hand roams over her body, cupping her full tits before rolling over her pebbled nipple, and my fucking mouth waters.
I’m stiff as a fucking board, desperate to be inside of her, to be the one working her clit, to be the one with my mouth all over her body, but for now, I get my satisfaction out of simply smelling her sweet arousal in the air.