Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I never considered that there would be a different outcome when those words slipped from my mouth.
But instead of marathon sex and naps in between, I haven't seen the woman in days.
Hell, I've heard her around the house, but I haven't laid eyes on her since she asked me to leave her room that night.
And, if I'm being honest, I'm avoiding her also in fear that the next time we see each other, she's going to ask me to leave.
I can't see any other way around it, and I hate that I may have ruined something special by opening my stupid mouth.
I can't take those words back, and if I dig deep enough, I know that I don't want to. I spoke my mind and explained how I felt. If she doesn't feel the same way, there's nothing I can do about that. It's not that I want to take the words back, but maybe I could've delivered them in less of a caveman way, especially to a woman who has been fighting for so long to be successful and independent.
"It was a lot of fun."
I shake my head, trying to shove those thoughts away so I can concentrate on the conversation I'm having.
"What?" I say into my phone.
"It was fun, not really like a bachelor party," Chase says. "There weren't strippers or anything. Madison would've murdered me if there were, but he closed down the bar to the public, and we just drank and shot pool and stuff."
He called this morning wanting to know why I wasn't at the bar this weekend for Walker's party.
"You should've come."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off the headache that's threatening behind my eyes. This is what I get for slinking out of Riley's house this morning without having a cup of coffee. Mondays are never easy, but today already seems impossible with caffeine.
"I was working on the house," I mutter.
"How's that going?"
"I've managed to get a lot done."
An easy task, considering I've been hiding from Riley.
"I have the electricity back on downstairs, at least."
"I hate you had to deal with a house fire, man," Chase says.
"It wasn't too bad," I say, despite the attitude I had when it first happened.
I was so quick to blame Riley, when, in fact, I was the one who couldn't get my shit under control with her swaying in my kitchen as she cooked.
I'd been the one to tell her that we were just having a little fun, and yet I'm the one who can't keep my hands off of her. I'm the one lying in bed at night, staring up at the ceiling, wishing I had the warmth of her skin against me.
And that's how I know I'm in trouble.
Sex with her is incredible, no doubt the most satisfying experiences I've ever had, yet I'd be content just to have her in my arms.
My pulse pounds behind my eyes at the thought of having ruined the chance to feel her against me again.
I watch out the front door as the twins, Ethan, and the other guys on my crew grab what they need for the day from the shop. I could probably line out what they need to do today and go back to bed, but I know it would only be a wasted effort because, as tired as I am, sleep hasn't been coming very easily. It's hard to relax when my skin is itching with need.
I feel like a fucking drug addict, and there's a part of me that hates the vulnerability of it.
I grumble under my breath, wishing things were different. Part of me wishes that I never propositioned her in the first place because it's a lot harder knowing now what I'm missing out on.
"You seem a little on edge," Chase says, and I know he's digging.
After Mrs. Easter posted in the community group, I knew the entire town had to be gossiping about my truck being parked at Riley's house. I swear, when I've been there, I've noticed an increase in traffic on her damn street with nosey-ass people driving by to take a look. I know the guys aren't above speculating what's going on between the two of us over a couple of beers and a game of pool.
"I have a delivery that was supposed to be here Friday, and it still hasn't shown up," I mutter as I step away from the door and turn back to face the nearly completely gutted kitchen. "I'm going to have to spread my guys out over three smaller jobs because the big one we're scheduled to work today can't be done without the lumber.
"You sure that's it?"
I pull the phone away from my face and look down at the contact information because why is this man grilling me right now?