Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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That night, on our way home, I got into a fight with Reagan.
And it all centered on the one man who continued to ruin my life.
She was repeating herself for the twelfth time when we pulled into my driveway.
“There has to be a reason he did it. From what I heard tonight and what I heard from your sisters since I’ve learned about Rome, y’all were thick as thieves. Wouldn’t one of y’all have shared that y’all were both seeing the same woman? It doesn’t make any sense,” she repeated as she unbuckled her seatbelt and followed me out of the truck.
I slammed my door and hit the lock button, then stalked up the front porch.
“Reagan, I really don’t want to fucking talk about this. If I had answers, I wouldn’t be in the boat I’m in. Unfortunately, I don’t. I probably never will, because Rome never gave me those answers,” I growled.
I opened the door to my house and found the damn dog lying on my couch, looking like he’d grown three inches in our four-hour absence.
Every fucking day I woke up and took him outside, he looked bigger.
He’d probably doubled in height since Reagan had brought him home.
At hearing our entrance, he flopped himself over, rolled off the couch and then stood at attention, waiting to see what we’d do.
Reagan walked to the back door and slid it open.
Sarge—what I called him, not Reagan, since she still couldn’t agree on the name—went outside and did his business.
Reagan didn’t bother to close the door.
The moment he was done, he waltzed right back inside, heading straight for my couch again.
I rolled my eyes, too upset to care if the damn dog was on my favorite piece of furniture and walked outside after Reagan.
“I don’t mean to sound like I’m hounding you…” she started as she followed me down the dock.
I growled in frustration. “Then why the fuck won’t you let this fucking go?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Because I want you to be happy!”
I stopped with one foot on the floating dock and one foot on the step that was stationary.
Now I felt like a giant dick.
“Reagan…” I started.
She wrapped her hands around my belly and pressed her forehead against my back. “I like you, Tyler. I don’t ever want to see you upset. If I can help, why wouldn’t I want to?”
I didn’t have anything to say to that.
But my anger over her questions dissipated in a cloud of dust.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “This is a sore subject. It’s hard to lose a friend after so long. It’s like losing a limb. Rome and I had never been separated for long. Then, all of a sudden, BAM. He’s gone and I’m lost.”
She moved her hand up and down my chest, soothing me.
“Do you think this dock would break if we were both on it at the same time?” she asked.
What a weird question.
“We were on it yesterday together,” I pointed out.
We’d been on it, fishing, as a matter of fact. Well, I’d been fishing. She’d been studying some book that had plants in it and jabbering incessantly about something that I still couldn’t quite grasp.
She giggled. “I meant, do you think this dock will break if me and you are fucking on it?”
Instant hard-on.
I reached around my back, hooked a hand around her waist and pulled her to my front.
Once she was there, I bent down and lifted her up, then stepped onto the floating dock, heading for the pad that was more like a massive floating bed.
Laying her down on it, I laughed when she shrieked as the water from the rain we’d gotten the night before soaked her through.
The material was water absorbent to an extent since it was meant to play on while in the middle of a lake or pool. Meaning it felt like a fucking wet bathing suit times ten.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I followed her down.
She reached up and pinched my nipple, causing me to bellow in laughter as I pulled away, covering the affected nipple.
“Owwww!” I chuckled. “How the hell did you find it that easily?”
I mean, surely they didn’t teach women this in school—how to find nipples by pure instinct.
Reagan pulled me down and bit me on the lip. “I found it because I’ve been thinking about it all night long. You and your fucking nipples. Your cock. Your balls.”
I growled and leaned farther into her, pressing her deeper into the mat as I traced her lips with my tongue.
“What else were you thinking about?” I questioned.
She snaked her hands down my sides and pushed them under my shirt, running those small fingers over and up my back as far as she could reach.
“I was wondering if any of those guys thought we looked good together,” she whispered, pulling my head down to hers. “About how they would react if I moved to straddle your lap and ride you in front of them. Your fucking hand was driving me insane.”