Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her in close, and then with his other hand, slid it between her thighs.
The hot water cascaded between them, and he stared into her eyes as he started to finger her pussy. Fuck, he loved this woman. That thought, right there, hit him in the gut and took him completely by surprise.
He didn’t do love.
He didn’t do commitment.
The open road was his only relationship.
This was not what he had planned, but he wasn’t afraid.
He had never backed away from a fight, and as he stared into her brown eyes, realizing how deep he had fallen, he continued to play with her pussy, because he wasn’t going to stop.
Chapter Seven
Kelley looked outside the living room window. Lots of kids were out in the street, many of them making snowmen, some had snowboards, and there was also a random snowball fight happening.
Crow moved up behind her. “Tell me what is on your mind?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie.”
She didn’t want to say what she was thinking. It was stupid and childish, and ... she was a grown-up.
“You want to go out there, don’t you?”
“No!” She knew she had spoken too fast. “It’s nothing, okay. Honestly, it is silly.”
“No, what is silly is you hiding what you actually want to do,” he said.
She spun around in his arms. “I never,” she stopped and pressed her lips together, “played in the snow.” She shrugged.
“You haven’t?”
“No, it ... my mom was ... well, she wasn’t great, and I don’t know why I never played in the snow. No one wanted to be friends with me, and it was easier to just stay home.” Again, another shrug.
“Your mother was a piece of work,” he said.
“Yeah, and she’s still alive. She could be causing someone else trouble.” She shook her head. “Ignore me. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
He cupped her face and tilted her head back. “Yes, you do know what you’re talking about.” And then he kissed her. “Now, get your ass in a jacket, gloves, scarf, and a hat.”
“Crow, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to take you out in the snow.”
“Seriously, you don’t have to do that.”
“Kelley, babe, snow does not have an age limit. Anyone can enjoy snow.” He winked at her, and she watched as he moved toward the door. “Well, if you’re not going to go out and enjoy it, I’m not going to let it slip me by.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to go and enjoy the snow.” He pulled on his leather cut, and she had a spare pair of gloves, scarf, and a hat. He winked at her. “But if you don’t want to come out with me, I guess that is on you. I’m going to have fun.”
She watched as he opened the door and closed it.
Right there, in front of the living room window, out in the cold, Crow stood, picking up a large ball and tossing it into the air. For five more minutes she tried to act like the adult, who didn’t need to go and play out in the snow. It wasn’t that she needed to do anything in the snow. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. And she really, really, really, did want to go out and play. It was insane.
The ball Crow had was getting bigger, and she knew he was making it into a giant snowman.
Why are you doing this?
Just go out there.
Your mother is not there to spoil it. Kids are not there to push you away. No one is going to stop you.
Kelley clenched her hands into fists and made her way toward the door.
“No one wants you to go out there and play.”
“It’s the whore’s kid.”
“She’s got a slut for a mom.”
“You’re a loser, Kelley.”
She lost count of the number of times she was told exactly what she was by other people. Even her mother had told her she would never fit in, would never have any friends.
Well, she had left that woman five years ago. She was not going to allow her to keep controlling her. That shit had ended, and she had not looked back. She didn’t miss her mother. She didn’t fucking care about her mother. It was a title some women did not deserve, and that was her reality.
She put on her jacket, slid her hands into gloves, put a hat on her head, and wrapped a scarf around her neck. Done.
She stepped out, and it was freezing cold. The sound of children’s laughter filled the air, and she couldn’t help but smile. The occasional scream rent the air, but it sounded amazing. It was the sound she recalled of many winters when she would just stay indoors, go to her room, and open the window just slightly so she could hear. She was never part of it. No one ever wanted her as part of that world.