Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
It takes me a few seconds, hell maybe it’s hours, before I can open my eyes. Taylor climbs up my body, and I spread my legs wider. I love the sight of him over me, between my thighs.
He guides the head of his cock up and down the seam of my sex, and I feel it hitting my clit. When he pushes the head against my opening, I gasp at how good it feels.
“You’re mine.” His voice is gruff as he says it, and then his muscles tense.
He groans my name, and I feel his release spilling partly inside of me before he pulls out. He sprays his cum across my sex and thighs, marking me with it. It’s so hot, but it’s not what I thought would happen. If I’m honest, I was hoping we were about to have sex.
As if Taylor can read my mind, he leans down and presses his forehead to mine. “I won’t take you completely until you admit what we are.”
He presses his lips to mine in a hard kiss, but it’s over too quickly. He pushes off the mattress before I can hold on to him, and the next thing I know, he’s buttoning his pants.
"What are you doing?" I sit up, wondering why he’s putting his clothes back on.
"We're going to the Halloween party together, so be ready." He pulls his shirt on next.
"Wait, you're leaving?" I could not possibly sound more shocked.
"Yes," he says, and I sit up, pulling my blanket over me. "I have to go before I do more than you're ready for." He comes closer to the bed so he can cup my chin. "But your time is almost up."
As I watch him go, it hits me how many times I’ve done this to him. Taylor has always been good to me, and being on the other side of this is eye-opening. Maybe it took me seeing him go to realize how much I never want it to happen again, but I’m going to make it up to him.
Somehow I’m going to finally show him that I trust him. Also, I’m pretty damn sure I love him too.
Chapter Six
TAYLOR
“You look like shit,” Spencer tells me when I step off the elevator.
“Hello to you too.” I glance around the front reception area but don’t see Scout right away.
“She’s not here yet,” he says, slinging his arm over my shoulder. “Let’s go to my office and have a drink. Then you can tell me why it looks like you haven’t slept.”
“It’s because I haven’t.” I follow him into the shared office he keeps with Landon and Gideon. It’s quiet here compared to everywhere else.
“Here, a little something to take the edge off.” He tosses me a pumpkin Reese's as we both take a seat. “You want a beer?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I look out in the hallway and see dozens of people. “Guess the party is in full swing.” There are people in costumes walking around, and it’s even more crowded through all the conference rooms. “Your wife really does it up.”
“It’s her favorite holiday. So now it’s mine too.”
The way he smiles when he talks about Abbie is sweet. I would give him shit about it, but it wouldn’t faze him. He doesn’t care about being embarrassed or looking like a fool. All he cares about is making her happy. I can relate.
“You two seem to have it all figured out.” I unwrap the Reese’s and put the whole thing in my mouth at once.
“When you know, you know,” Spencer says and leans forward. “Well, unless one of you is in denial.”
I nod, silently hating that I can’t make Scout love me back. Or at least admit that she’s got feelings for me. This dance we’ve been doing is getting to me. Leaving her apartment was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with her, not even for the sex, but so I could hold her and wake up with her in my arms.
Running a hand down my face, I try not to let it get me down. She didn’t call or come by my house. She didn’t reach out or leave a note or anything. Maybe she really doesn’t feel for me what I feel for her. I didn’t think it was possible, but what if all this has been in my head?
“Don’t do that,” Spencer says, knocking me off my loop of doom.
“Do what?” I look up at him with confusion, but the bastard is smiling.
“Don’t convince yourself that you got it wrong. I know my cousin, and she’s put up walls for so long she’s forgotten where they are.” He lets out a humorless laugh. “I love her, but she’s so damn stubborn.”
“I’m not sure what to do. I can’t stay away from her for much longer.” I sigh as I fall back in my chair. “What I want to do and what I need to do are two very different things.”