Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Inside, we moved quietly up the stairs so we wouldn’t wake my dad, who’d come home earlier. In my old room, we got ready for bed and crawled between the sheets. I pulled her close and kissed her. “Finally, I have you to myself.”
She kissed me back, winding her arms around my neck and throwing one leg over my hip. My hands roamed all over her body, my fingers slipping easily inside her, my cock growing hard and thick. But when I rolled on top of her, she pressed her hands to my chest and pushed slightly.
“We can be quiet,” I said, impatient to get inside her.
“I doubt it, but it’s not that.” She brushed her thumbs over my collarbone. “Your dad told me something today that’s on my mind.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me you’d been saving money to build a second Camp Lemonade.”
“Oh.”
“Is that true?”
I’d promised her I’d always be honest, so there was only one answer. “Yes.”
“And is that the money you told me you want to invest at Snowberry?”
“Yes.”
She exhaled. “Oh, Devlin.”
“It’s my choice, Lexi. And that’s what I want.”
“But what about the—”
“Look, who knows when the loan is going to come through? We’re going to need some cash up front to get started. I can make more money. And I’ll always be involved with Camp Lemonade.”
“But I feel bad.”
“Want me to make you feel good?” Reaching low between our bodies, I teased her clit with the tip of my cock.
She groaned. “Stop distracting me with your dick when I’m trying to be a good person.”
“You are a good person, Lexi. You just really like my dick. It’s fine.”
That earned me a pinch on the bicep. “Jerk.”
“So we’re going to stay married?”
“I suppose we can stay married.” She wrapped those legs around me. “If that works for you.”
“It definitely works for me.” I entered her fully with a swift, deep stroke. “Wife.”
FIFTEEN
lexi
There was just one person who wasn’t pleased about my newlywed status.
“You’re married?” Tabitha gaped at me when I saw her at work the following week. “Gran said so, but I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it.” I flipped my wrist down in front of her face. “See?”
She grabbed my hand and examined my fingers, her expression curdling from disbelief to distaste. “What is that?”
“It’s my ring.”
“There’s no diamond.”
I snatched my hand back. “I didn’t want a diamond.”
Tabitha barked a laugh. “Who doesn’t want a diamond? Is the guy poor or something?”
“No, he isn’t. I’m just not superficial like that.” I turned to the computer and started scrolling through the upcoming reservations I’d have to cancel. Devlin and I had discussed trying to remain open during the start of construction, but ultimately, we’d decided the work could be done quicker if the place was empty of guests. It would also save us from a lot of complaints about noise, dust, and inconvenience. We planned to offer two free nights when the resort opened up again to compensate them.
“Who is this husband, anyway?” Tabitha said from behind me. “Gran went on about him like he’s some kind of knight who rode in on a white horse to rescue us.”
“His name is Devlin Buckley.”
“Devlin?” She paused. “Wasn’t that the name of the guy you spent the night with a few weeks ago?”
“If you must know, yes.”
“You didn’t even know his last name the next morning. Now you’re his wife? I’m no mathematician, but something doesn’t add up.”
I turned around and faced my cousin, who stood with her arms folded over her chest. “It adds up just fine. We stayed in touch. We fell in love. We eloped.”
Her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms over her chest. “And now you inherit Snowberry, right? That’s convenient.”
“It is,” I agreed. “Since this place means everything to me. I’m lucky my husband understands and wants to work with me to fix it up.”
“Instead of sell?”
“We don’t want to sell. We want to renovate.”
“But I want my money,” she said, her tone growing more desperate. “I have plans.”
“There’s no money to give you.”
“There would be if we sold. What was the name of that company who wanted to buy it? Something about diamonds?” She snapped her fingers. “Black Diamond, was it?”
“That deal is off the table,” I said quickly, panic rising fast in my chest.
“I never did return that guy’s call. The one who wanted to talk to me about the sale.”
“You don’t need to return his call.” I spoke with a lot more confidence than I felt. “That deal is off the table.”
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” She grabbed her phone off the counter and flounced off down the hall.
Devlin didn’t seem that concerned when I told him about the conversation with Tabitha. “She can’t do anything,” he said, unpacking the groceries I’d picked up after work. “Unless Gran goes back on her word, you’ll have power of attorney by the end of the week. That’s all we need to get the loan. And what did Gran say about the deed?”