Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She lifts her arms up in the air. I can’t help but run my palms down her arms, along her ribs, and back to her hips. The dance quickly turns erotic. My thoughts are pure sex. I want her so fucking badly.
For one more night.
The clench in my stomach is painful. One night left with a girl who makes me question everything doesn’t feel like enough. I want to spend every night with her, coaxing out her smiles, riling her up, and kissing her pouty lips.
She turns around and then slides her palms up my chest to my neck. Our mouths meet for a needy kiss. I grab her ass in a possessive way that lets every male in here know who she belongs to. We kiss with a desperation that cannot be squelched. Every lash of our tongues only makes us needier and greedier.
“You in love yet?” I tease against her lips.
“Not yet, but there’s still time. I want to spend that time alone with you.”
My dick hears her sexy purr loud and clear. I kiss her once more because she’s too pretty and sweet not to before grabbing her hand. We bail, both of us eager to do more. I help her into the Jeep and then peel out of the parking lot.
“I had a fun time today,” she says, reaching over.
Her small offering of her hand makes my heart stutter in my chest. Days ago, this girl was as frigid as they come, and now she’s giving parts of her to me that I’m sure she’s never given anyone. It makes me crazy possessive. Like I could keep her forever.
After threading my fingers with hers, I relax for the drive back. “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” by The Police comes on the radio. She sings along as she kicks her dirty feet up on the dash. I love how relaxed she is. Living in the moment.
I told her she was going to fall in love with me.
I’d been partially joking.
Joke was on me, though.
I’m the one completely losing all sense of reality over this girl.
Rather than driving straight back, I take a detour to one of my favorite haunts. When I was a teenager, I used to terrorize my hometown. I’d drive my Jeep all over and get into whatever trouble I could drum up with my cousins and some of my friends. We were daredevils, always jumping off cliffs, racing dirt bikes, and swimming as deep as we could go in the ocean without drowning. When I wanted a job away from my mom and the hotel, I got one helping Alejandro. Since he was a good buddy of Dad’s, he took me under his proverbial wings while giving me my own. I’d gone from adrenaline junkie, to desperately wanting to fly airplanes. I didn’t stop from there.
I flew.
Right through life.
Right out of Tahueca.
This is the first time I’ve wanted to land. To pause time and not go. To relax my crazy beating heart and enjoy the moment.
I pull up to one of the cliffside campsites people often come to when traveling through. Luckily, no one is here tonight. Once I park, I scoop Sheridan out of the front seat, loving when she giggles. I carry her to a bench and sit with her still in my arms. She snuggles against me, her hot breath tickling my neck.
“Another sight?”
“You wanted to see them all,” I remind her. “Miss World Traveler. What do you think?”
She turns to look out at the ocean. The waves are still pissed, churning violently. The moon, however, is calm and bright and huge. It casts an illuminating glow across the water and her milky white thighs. I rub my palm up and down, unable to keep from touching her.
“It’s so pretty here. How could you ever want to leave?”
Her words sting, just like the little bee she is.
“I always craved more out of life. I felt like I didn’t have enough of what I was looking for here. Out there…” I trail off and shrug. “Out there, the more is endless.”
“What happens when you find it all? Headed to the moon next, bird boy?”
I chuckle. “I never thought that far ahead.”
“What if you never find what you’re looking for?”
“What if I already found it?”
We grow silent, neither of us brave enough to venture further into that conversation. I refuse to consider the more with Sheridan. Not because I don’t want to—because I really fucking do—but because it’s not fair to either of us.
I fly and have my dad in Florida.
She runs a massive corporation in California.
We’re busy and committed to our careers.
Her sigh is heavy and sad. One I feel all the way down to my toes. Kind of fucked up. Meeting a girl who could be the one knowing it’s just a taste or a tease of something you can’t have. Sure, I could have her, but at what cost? Am I ready to root myself to be with one girl?