Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
When my body started to feel both boneless and heavy, I moved my hand and let my dick slide from JJ’s crease. Streams of thick white cum slid down his crease and dripped onto my spent dick.
“I had no idea,” I admitted even as I clung to JJ. “I had no idea it could be like that.”
JJ had once again buried his face in the crook of my neck. He wasn’t moving at all, but his lips pressed soft kisses against my neck in between his short, heavy breaths. I covered the back of his head and said, “Look at me, baby.”
He lifted his head so our lips were just inches apart. His eyes immediately locked on mine. “This was our first time together,” I told him. My voice sounded gruff and demanding, even to my own ears. “This,” I said firmly. “This was our first time. Do you hear me?”
“Our first time,” JJ agreed. His smile told me what I needed to know. As intense as our sexual encounter in the shower of the cabin had been, that moment had been muddied up by the presence of the old JJ’s ghost. What had just taken place had happened with JJ, the man clinging to me like there was no other place in the world that he was supposed to be. There’d been no ghosts, no memories that weren’t equally shared, no regrets, and no confusion afterwards.
Just me and JJ making love.
Just us.
Me and my JJ.
“I love you,” I whispered.
JJ’s eyes shimmered. He no longer doubted that he was the one I loved with everything I was. I didn’t care if his memory of our time before the shooting ever returned. We’d already made so many new memories that the old ones paled in comparison. I would treasure them for what they’d been, but the man trembling in my lap was the one I would be spending my future with.
“I love you so much, Cass.” JJ fell silent as he stroked back a lock of damp hair that refused to be anywhere but brushing over my forehead.
He continued to toy with my hair as he continued speaking. “My dad, he used to talk about my mom and how much he loved her, but I never really got it. I thought I did but I didn’t. Now,” JJ said as he gave up on taming my hair and dropped his eyes so he was looking at me, “now I get it.” He nodded in slow understanding, looking like he’d stumbled onto some profound discovery.
“I get it,” he repeated and then kissed me sweetly. “So, um, what date was that because I’m pretty sure we hit the fast-forward button somewhere along the way.”
“That wasn’t a date, JJ. That was… us,” I said with a light chuckle because there was just no other word for it.
As I maneuvered our bodies under the covers with JJ already asleep on my chest, I came to a stunning realization. All the holes that had been punched through my soul in the past two years had been filled in, and for the first time in my life I felt something I hadn’t believed possible.
Whole.
I was finally whole.
CHAPTER 26
Jj
Ifoolishly assumed that I’d hate fighting with Cass now that we were a couple, despite hearing rumors that the make-up sex that came afterwards was more than worth it. The idea of great sex after a fight made no sense at all to me.
Until today.
The heated words had started flying the moment the issue of visiting Cass’s grandmother had come up. His need to see his grandmother had been undeniable, especially after our conversation about his father’s potential involvement in what had happened to me. Cass, being Cass, had ordered me to stay on the houseboat until he got back. I, being myself, had told him I was going with him and if he tried to leave me behind, I’d find my own way to get to the Ashby estate.
Now, our words were just running together to the point that neither one of us was really saying anything. The heated argument had started in the master bathroom as Cass and I had been getting dressed. We’d remembered to keep what would have normally been a full-on shouting match toned down enough that no one outside the houseboat would hear us. By the time we’d made it downstairs to the kitchen, the fight had only gotten worse. I’d always been good at playing mediator during domestic squabbles, but when it came to Cass, I didn’t have the filter I used to have. I gave as good as I got, and either one or both of us had gotten in the other’s personal space. It turned me on. Something about fighting with my obstinate man stirred up the always simmering lust inside of me until it was a full-on inferno.