Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Kissing her last night, I tasted it on her lips and knew I should have stepped away, but just like the day before yesterday, the pull to her was something I couldn’t understand. Seeing her standing there with tears running down her face, begging me to just leave her be, but because of the asshole that I am, I just pushed her even more. I didn’t even know why I was doing it; I just knew it was happening. Hearing her say I literally can’t give you anything else because I don’t have anything left to give, I felt like I was kicked in the stomach. The air left my body, making it harder and harder to breathe. We were all broken from that night, something I don’t think I ever admitted.
I walk through the forest, replaying last night in my head. The night before when I went to her, I was drunk, and when I slid into her and closed my eyes, I was expecting to see Jennifer, but not with Autumn. With her, I closed my eyes, and all I saw was her, which pissed me off. So last night I went to her without alcohol in my system, with her hips in my hands, slamming into her, I closed my eyes, and again, all I saw was her. Her staring at me, her moan ripping right through me to my dick, down my balls and back again. I have never fucked anyone as hard as I’ve fucked her before. Never has there been almost no foreplay, yet my dick was harder than stone. Never has there been someone who I want to go again with as soon as I finish. Never again have I struggled the way I’m struggling with Autumn. I’m usually in and out, with the promise of maybe calling them the next day but not actually doing it. That is what I’m used to. That is what I’ve become, but with her I’m not that person.
I walk into the clearing, making my way past the barn and toward my house. The sound of gravel crunching makes me look over to the side, seeing Emmett arriving while I’m walking up the steps to my house. I turn the handle, and at the same time, my phone blares from my back pocket. Taking it out, I turn off the alarm as I walk into the kitchen, tossing the phone on the counter before walking to the bedroom.
I pull off my shirt, smelling her around me as I toss it into the laundry basket before I add my jeans and boxers to it as soon as I take off my boots. Stepping into the bathroom, I turn the water on, and the cold immediately hits me as it warms up. I put my head back, letting the water wash over me. I get out, grabbing one of the white plush towels from the side to wrap around my waist. Then I grab another one and open it to dry my hair before tossing it on the hook beside the shower door.
Running my hands through my wet hair, I look into the mirror and wonder if I should shave or not when I see the bite mark. My hands come up to touch it as I look at it in the mirror. My cock stirs, and I drop my hand. I ignore the way my heart sped up seeing her teeth marks on me. I ignore it all when I turn and walk into the closet, grabbing a pair of boxers followed by a pair of my work jeans and a black T-shirt with the barn name written on the back of it. The socks are next, followed by the boots as I step out of the closet and into the bedroom. The bed hasn’t been made in two days, but it also hasn’t been slept in in that amount of time either.
My eyes go to the bedside table where the clock tells me it’s almost seven and also where Jennifer’s picture is in a frame. She is looking at me, smiling, and I walk over to the frame, picking it up. My finger rubs her cheek through the glass as I think about one of the last moments we were together.
“Hey, baby,” I said when I walked into the house. The smell of something baking in the oven filled the whole house.
“In the kitchen,” she called, and I walked down the small hallway to the kitchen, not seeing her there, but then she popped up. “Hey.” Her whole face lit up when she saw me. “Guess what I’m making.”
“Whatever it is,” I replied as I walked around the counter to her. My arms circled her waist, bringing her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck. “It smells good.” I buried my face in her neck. “Although, not as good as you smell.” I nipped her neck, and that made her squirm in my arms.