Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I looked up, annoyance written all over my face, to see Waylynn standing there looking proud.
“That was, quite simply put… beautiful,” she said. “Seriously, I’ve never seen anyone put someone down quite so elegantly.”
I rolled my eyes and jerked my chin toward her.
“Come down here and give me a kiss,” I ordered.
She grinned and took the steps down two at a time, practically falling into me the moment that she got within arm’s reach.
“That was sweet,” she said breathlessly, getting up onto tiptoes to press her lips against mine.
“Whatever,” I said, taking advantage of her open mouth to sweep my tongue inside.
She moaned and pressed farther into me.
I pulled back when I started to need oxygen, loving the way she smiled up at me.
“I was hoping to take you out to lunch,” she said. “Before you had to be at your other job.”
I looked at my watch and realized that if we left right now, I’d have exactly thirty minutes to eat, then ten to drive to the office.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “How did you get here?”
I caught her hand up in mine and led her out of the lecture hall.
“Gibson dropped me off,” she said. “I’m supposed to meet him back at the strip club. He had an emergency there. Something about a lighting issue that required his attention. He said he’d be there for a couple of hours, and to take all the time that I needed. So I’m doing lunch, then I’m going to go over there and look through more job applications before we open in three weeks.”
I nodded.
“He said something about a light looking loose,” I said. “He was worried that it might fall onto a dancer. So he had a couple of repair places give him quotes on how to fix it.”
She hummed happily, walking along beside me while I spoke about Gibson.
When we arrived at my truck, I opened her door and helped her inside.
But instead of swinging her legs into the cab of the truck, she stopped with them splayed wide and hooked her finger around my belt loop to haul me closer.
I went willingly, my hands going to her hips as I moved so close that my hips came into contact with her jean-covered pussy.
My cock instantly went from partial stiffy to full hard-on within a blink of an eye.
Everything about Waylynn did that to me.
I was so focused on her, though, that I hadn’t paid attention to my surroundings.
It was only when I was kissing her breathless that a couple of wolf whistles pierced the fog that covered my mind when only Way was around.
“Shit,” I breathed, pulling back. “We should probably go.”
She tilted her head slightly to the side, then pouted.
“If I didn’t think you needed to eat to be able to finish out your day, I’d totally say let’s go find a deserted parking lot…”
Chuckling, I pulled away and rounded the truck, uncaring that my cock was probably blatantly hard for all to see.
When I got in the truck, I drove straight to the first fast food place that I saw.
“What do you want?” I asked her, pulling up to the drive-through speaker.
She told me her order, and I placed both mine and hers, tapping my fingers restlessly on the steering wheel.
“What has you all hyper?” she asked, a grin wide on her face.
I gave her an unamused look.
“You know exactly what,” I told her.
She was unaware of my plans, however, thinking that she’d tease the shit out of me but not have to back up her talk.
In the end, I was the last one to get a laugh as I pulled into the deserted spot behind the feed store, yanked her into my arms, and started to kiss her.
“Darby,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer her as I continued to kiss her.
“Darby,” she whispered again.
I divested her of her shirt in the next moment, causing us to separate long enough for her shirt to go flying across the cab of the truck.
“I always wanted to bring a girl here,” I said teasingly. “Thought about bringing you here a couple hundred times, but the time never seemed right.”
She pressed her hand to my chest and tilted her head. “What’s so special about here?”
I trailed my fingers down the length of her torso, loving the way goosebumps chased my fingers down.
“This is where I decided to get my life together,” I said. “This is where Gibson and I made a pact to be a new us. A better us.”
She smoothed her hands down the length of my chest, her eyes meeting mine.
“You’re a good man, Darby Valentine,” she said softly. “I didn’t know the boy, but I know the man. And you’re everything that I’ve been looking for in a man, and even some things that I never knew that I wanted.”