Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“I know. I find myself snapping at Ella because I’m just so burned out. It’s not fair to either of us.”
I put my hand over his on my leg. “Still hard not to feel guilty.”
“Really hard.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “But I’m hoping I’ll get in the habit of going out more.”
“Preferably with me.”
He smiles at the familiar line, a handsome flash of white teeth and those fucking dimples. Could he be more devastatingly delicious?
“That’s the hope, pretty girl.”
My turn to swallow. “I’m not sure I remember how to date.”
“I got no fuckin’ clue what I’m doing.” He turns his head a little to glance at me. “Maybe we can learn together?”
I curl my fingers around his and give them a squeeze. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re already killing it.”
His smile morphs into a smirk. “I’ve never thought of myself as an overachiever—”
“Stop. You’re good at what you do, and you know it.”
“Well, I’m good at doing you. I know that much.”
The spark in my core flares into an all-out bonfire. How do I not devour this cowboy?
How can I stay focused and smart and rational when he’s in the room?
You don’t. You go wild, just like you want to. It’s who you are.
Trusting the universe to keep me from falling on my face—trusting the belief that I should be proud of who I am, not ashamed—will take lots of practice. But it’s a practice I want to commit to. Because the ability to be myself with Sawyer has been such a gift.
Maybe his adoration of my free spirit ends. Maybe it doesn’t. Either way, I want to like who I am. I want to honor that woman by giving her the freedom she’s always craved.
Always deserved.
By the time Sawyer pulls off-road and drives at least half a mile into a rolling field of trees and grass, I’m sick with want.
I’m vibrating with the need to have this man. Have fun.
Have the best first official date ever.
He parks in the middle of nowhere beside a gnarled old oak tree and hops out of the truck, jogging around the front to open my door.
When he holds out a hand, his hat casts a shadow over his face. For a split second, he looks like an outlaw from one of those ’50s Westerns—determined set to his square jaw, danger lurking in eyes I can barely see.
Sawyer is dangerous. Just not in the way I thought he’d be.
I take his hand and let him help me out of the truck. I close the door behind me. The air out here is crisp, slightly chilly.
Then—because why the fuck not, because I want him and I want this and I’m done denying myself—I put my hands on his chest and give him a hard shove.
He falls against the truck, his back meeting with the passenger door. Grinning, he holds up his hands. “Whoa whoa—”
“Since neither of us knows how to date”—I hook a finger into his belt loop —“there are no rules, right?”
His eyes darken. “Right.”
“So why not come first,” I say, unbuckling his belt as I drop to my knees, “and eat second?”
“Long as you let me eat, pretty girl.” His jaw tics. “You don’t have to—”
“Finish what we started back at your place the other morning?” I unzip his jeans to find him already hard, his erection straining against his briefs. “Yeah I do.”
Nostrils flaring, he reaches down to cup my jaw. “You come to play, pretty girl?”
“Uh-huh.” I tug down his briefs so that his dick springs free. The rocky ground digs into my knees, but I don’t care. “It’s your turn to have some fun.”
I wrap my hand around his root and give him a pump, humming with pleasure when I draw a bead of pre-cum onto his head.
“Aw, baby, this is the kind of fun I like.” Gathering my hair in his hand so it’s out of my face, he tugs. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, aren’t you? Show me. Show me right now what you can do.”
I lick his crown, lapping up his cum. He tastes salty, clean, like the ocean.
He hisses. “You like my cum.”
I murmur my assent, opening my mouth and flattening my tongue. Meeting his eyes, I silently invite him to do what he wants.
His nostrils do that thing where they flare. He looks huge, unhinged, the sinews in his neck popping.
“Then I’m gonna give it to you.” He firms his grip on my hair. “But only if you do what I tell you.”
I wait, my hand still wrapped around his dick.
“Put me inside your mouth. Go slow. You wanna suck my dick, you’re not gonna rush.”
I do as he told me, guiding his head into my mouth. I give him a gentle suck that has him cursing, using the hand he has on my hair to push himself a little deeper.