Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I can’t help but snort out a little laugh. “Good to know.” I kiss her lips. “Now, let me get some food in you, and then I’ll take you back home.”
“Okay,” she agrees softly as we walk over to the bakery and have lunch outside, sitting at the picnic table.
“Have you thought about hiring a private investigator?” I ask her when I take a bite of my donut.
“Not really.”
“Why don’t you reach out to one and see what they say?” She shrugs.
“I guess there is no harm in doing that,” she concedes. “How does one look for a private investigator?”
I shake my head. “I have no fucking idea,” I answer, making her throw her head back and laugh.
“That’s the second sexiest thing that you do with your mouth,” I tell her, and she stops laughing and smiles. “Actually, not really. It might be the fourth.”
“The fourth?” She leans her elbows on the table. “What are the first three?”
“Well, the first sexiest thing you do with your mouth has to be when you moan out my name.” She looks down at the table, shaking her head. “The second sexiest thing you do with that mouth is kiss.”
“Okay, what’s the third?”
I look around to make sure that it’s just her and me. “The third sexiest thing you are going to do with your mouth is swallow my cock.” Her cheeks turn a tint of pink. “Actually, that might be scratched up to number one.” I close my eyes. “Fuck, I’m hard thinking about it.”
“Caleb,” she hisses and looks around, “you are not.”
“Want to come over to this side and check?” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “I can’t fucking wait for our date.”
“Who says we’re going to have sex on our first date?”
I lean into her. “Technically, it’s like our sixth date by then.”
“How do you count that?”
“One was when I cooked you dinner on Sunday. Two was when I came over on Monday and we had dinner again, cooked by me. Yesterday, I brought burgers over.”
“But you didn’t cook for me.”
“Still a date, I brought food. Tonight, we’ll be having dinner, so that’s four.”
“I get it, I can count, but Friday, I’m busy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really, I’m getting ready for the date, so I have to do certain things.”
“You do those things on Saturday morning. I’m not giving up a make-out session so you can shave your legs.”
“Caleb, it’s more than my legs.” She laughs.
I lick my lips. “Oh yeah, tell me what other parts you plan on shaving.”
“I will not.”
“Can I guess?” I whisper. “Does it start with a p and end with a y?”
“Nope.”
I glare at her. “Liar.” I point my finger at her. “Okay, we can leave now, my cock has gone down.” I stand, and she laughs again.
“I didn’t know we were waiting for it to deflate.”
“Can we not talk about my cock and the word deflate in the same sentence?”
“We don’t have to talk about your cock at all.” She crushes her shoulder into my arm, and I hang my hand around her neck. “You’re the one always talking about it.”
“That’s because you keep dreaming about it.” She laughs as she slaps her hand on my stomach.
“Tonight, can we make out without our T-shirts on?”
“No.” I shake my head and stop when we get to my truck.
“What? Why?” she asks when I open the door. “It’s just skin.”
“My cock also has skin, and if you take your top off, all I’ll want to do is fuck your tits while I pinch those nipples.” My eyes go to her shirt, then up again. “Bet I can make you come just from playing with them.”
“Don’t make fucking promises you can’t keep, Caleb,” she snaps angrily.
“You better not make any plans for Saturday night until Monday morning because you’ll be naked the whole fucking time.” I shut the door, her shocked face looking out the window. “The whole time!” I shout.
Chapter 21
Sierra
The phone rings as I’m sliding on my black leather miniskirt, and I look down to see it’s Lilah calling. I don’t know why, but I get nervous when I see her name. “Hey,” I answer, pressing the green button and putting it on speakerphone.
“She lives,” Lilah huffs out.
“I’m alive,” I confirm to her. “Or we’re both dead, and our ghosts have found each other.”
“I would not be surprised in the least if we’re ghost friends. But I’m going to have to hang around and haunt Emmett for the rest of his life, so you might have to be stuck here with me for a while.”
“Why are we haunting Emmett?” I ask her as I zip up my skirt and look at my reflection in the mirror.
“Because I love him,” she states, her voice sounding like I just asked the dumbest question. “Anyway, where the heck have you been? I’ve been calling you all week long.”