Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
My sister has no idea of the attention she draws. Even before she started getting all dolled up. Her aloofness to men’s attention only lured them in more.
“Lyla.” The girl who took my cup from Ethan calls my name, letting me know my drink is ready.
“Thanks,” I say before grabbing my coffee and finding a seat off to the side to be alone.
I pull my laptop out and try to work. It’s useless because my mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Easton. Usually, I allow my thoughts to go to him for inspiration while I’m writing but today it feels different. Knowing he’s someone else’s has shifted something. And no matter how much I try to push it to the back of my mind, the article is now burned into my memory.
My fingers tingle, wanting to google his name again and do a search into the girl he’s marrying.
In an instant, he’s there. Not on my computer screen but standing right in front of me.
10
EASTON
“Get up.”
Those aren’t the first words I thought I’d say when I found Melody again.
On the plane ride over here, I read over anything that Tray could pull up for me while thinking of what I’d say when I first laid eyes on her after all this time.
I told myself I’d be calm. That went straight out the window the moment I saw her talking to the fucker behind the counter. He’d made her smile and laugh.
I didn’t get to hear the sound. I was still outside the coffee shop, but seeing it was enough. It pissed me the fuck off. I was out of the vehicle before I could try to reason with myself.
So much for staying calm and being smooth. I should have known it would be this way with her. That I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I saw her. It was hard enough when I had her to not cross lines.
How is it possible that she’s even more beautiful than she was before? Her cheeks are a bit fuller and her hair a touch longer. As pissed as I am, my cock is already hard. It’s been that way off and on since I knew I’d really found her. For a moment in time, my dick didn’t give a fuck about anything. At night or in the morning, I’d often do the same shit I did before Melody disappeared. I’d let all the fantasies I had of her play out in my head take hold as I brought myself to release.
I couldn't stop thinking about it when I tried to sleep. The mind and heart want what they want. There is no controlling that.
A lot of the times I’d wake up mid-dream fucking her, and there was no stopping it. I let myself finish my release.
“Easton.” Those full lips that have lingered in all my dreams part in a perfect O. Her eyes dart all around the coffee shop.
“Eyes on me, Neverland.” All of her attention jerks back to me. I reach over and close her laptop. “I said get up.”
She sits up a bit straighter, a flash of annoyance on her face. I’ve always loved her backbone, but right now, I’m not having it. It takes everything inside of me not to snatch her out of her seat. I don’t want to make a scene. I lean forward and make that clear to her.
She’s so used to the soft version of me. The one who holds back. I held back for years when she was at my fingertips. Then she was yanked from me. Any control I ever had is hanging by a thread.
“We can make a scene or you can do as you’re told.” I reach down and pick up her laptop off the table. Her brows pull together in irritation. All it does is make my cock jerk in my pants. There’s my girl.
She licks her lips but gets up, grabbing her bag and coffee. I put my hand on her back. She doesn’t fight it as I lead her toward my SUV and open the door for her. She slips in without question. I go around and get in on the other side before the driver takes off.
The car falls silent. I want to grab her and pull her to me, but still an anger I can’t explain simmers across my whole body. I need to get myself under control before I do something I can’t take back.
Like rip her clothes off and take her right here. How many times did she try and get me to do that when she was still in high school? So fucking tempting but then I’d have to kill my driver for seeing her naked.
“You don’t understand,” she finally whispers, playing with the bottom of her shirt. Doing anything she can not to look at me. I can’t stop staring at her.