Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
But the longing for this man I’ve adored my whole life will never go away, no matter the distance between us. Every look, every touch makes my heart swell with such a profound ache that it feels like it might burst through my chest and float away. And maybe it will, maybe even back to LA with Micah.
I won’t need it anyway. I will always love Micah Malone with every fiber of my being, even if my heart is torn to shreds and barely hanging on.
When a cool breeze feathers over our skin, I shut my eyes. We drift in and out of our silent reverie, and I know I should untangle myself and leave, but I can’t. I won’t. Not now. Shifting to a more comfortable position, our cocks rub together. Micah gasps and strengthens his hold as if afraid I’ll drift away.
“J, you always feel so good against me,” he murmurs. “I wish I could stop wanting you, needing you, but that time is not tonight.”
My heart lodges in my throat as I brush my lips against his temple. He only needs to look up at me before we’re pushing out of our shoes and jeans, leaving our shirts and underwear on even though no one can see us.
Micah shifts so we lie side by side again. He draws me closer, and when our shafts realign, I rock against him because I want and need him too. No matter how much it hurts.
Our tongues tangle and our hands roam as we rut against each other. We drag out the inevitable, grinding deliberately, if painstakingly slow, in our torturous, desperate drive to connect. We watch each other with bald, blatant need, our lips lingering close, trading breaths in the intimate airspace between us. This time, communicating with our bodies somehow feels as transcendent as it does right. Always right.
Our foreheads rest together as Micah wraps his fingers around our shafts and strokes in a tight hold. My hand joins his, and together, we pump us into the heavens.
“J, oh God, J.” His voice is hoarse as our come mixes on our clammy, warm skin.
Neither of us moves as we catch our breath and wait for our hearts to stop galloping. We drift off to the sounds of owls hooting and crickets playing a melody only for us as we hold on to each other for as long as we can.
28
MICAH
“Hey, Micah, I’m Rocco Giordano. Sorry I missed you the other day.”
“No worries.” I shake his hand as he steps into the foyer. “Good to meet you.”
Aaron and Frank are behind him, and I usher them inside and close the door. I’m not sure if Frank is here for moral support or plain curiosity.
“Hope it’s all right to take another look around?” Rocco asks, his gaze focused on the fireplace, which has been updated with refurbished wood on the mantel.
“Be my guest.”
I follow as they move from room to room, Aaron explaining the history of the architecture and the work he’s done. I’ve learned quite a few things myself from my daily chats with him.
“This is just as amazing the second time around,” Rocco remarks as he slides a hand across the granite countertop in the kitchen. The lighter stone color really helps the mosaic backsplash stand out. This is the only room Aaron had help with installation from the supplier. He painted all the cupboards himself.
“Aaron is very good at what he does.” I try to see the place from a buyer’s perspective. I might be doing the same in LA, though the houses won’t have the same craftsmanship. Aaron invested his own money into the remodel, absolutely convinced he would get it back twofold, and based on Rocco’s offer, he was right.
“He is.” Rocco straightens. “I also tend to know a good thing when I see it.”
I nearly crack a smile at the bravado Rocco exudes. Instead, I nod. No reason to doubt his good sense.
“Aaron will tell you.” He nudges his business partner’s shoulder. “I’m an awesome salesman.”
Frank smirks. “Sure, let him stroke your ego even more.”
Rocco gives him a look I can’t quite read, and for the first time, I’m very curious about their friendship. They certainly seem like an odd pair, with Rocco decked out in an expensive-looking suit and Frank beside him in a grease-stained Jack of All Trades shirt. But they seem very comfortable around each other. Comfortable enough to rib each other.
As we head upstairs to the main bedroom, Rocco makes a detour to check out the guest bathroom, where Aaron has updated the paint and vanity.
“What does your fiancée think about you owning property out here?”
“Since I invested in the service station, I figure this gives us a good excuse to visit Aqua Vista.” Rocco tests the light socket in the hallway. “Besides, I’ll need to check on Frank to make sure he’s not fucking anything up.”