Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“You would?”
“Yes.”
She worried her lip. “I’d be gone for about three weeks to start.” She paused. “What about Barney and Miller?”
“I’ll make arrangements. And while I’m off, I’ll rip down walls. And visit if you want.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Think of the hotel sex.”
“I’ve never had hotel sex.”
“I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
“And you’d be here…?” She trailed off.
“Waiting. Yes. We can do this, Casey. You get your dream, I get you. It’s not forever. You told me you always come in early on projects.”
“Yes.”
“Then tell him to send the contract and sign it.”
“I already did.”
I smiled. “Good. I think we should celebrate.”
“How?”
“Pot roast sounds good.”
She laughed, and it was good to see the smile on her face. “I should have known. Onion gravy?” she asked.
I kissed her. “You know it.”
CASEY
I turned to Jesse, burrowing myself into his arms. “I don’t want to go.”
He laughed quietly, his breath ruffling my hair. “Yes, you do. You are going to be amazing, Pix. And I’ll be waiting here when you get back. You can call me anytime. Text me. Zoom. We’ll see each other every day. Talk all the time.”
He stepped back, lifting my chin. “I am so proud of you, Casey. And I love you more than I thought was possible.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, trying not to cry.
“It’s only three weeks.”
“Sooner, if I get things done fast.”
“Then do that. Work hard and fast. Come back to me.”
“What will you do while I’m gone?”
“Tear down walls and eat my way through the freezer.”
I had to smile. I had cooked for days, filling the fridge and freezer with food.
“I hope there’s lots of onion gravy in there.”
“Oodles.”
“Good.”
I sighed, and he pulled me back into his arms. “Go, baby. Before I change my mind and not let you leave.”
I loved the fact that he didn’t really want me to go either. But he knew how important this was to me, and he was putting me first. Something I would have to get used to.
“Don’t eat all the cookies at once.”
“I would never,” he said with a scowl. “I do have some control.”
“Not when it comes to cookies.”
He bent and kissed me. “Or you.”
“I have to go.”
“Yes. Text me when you land and when you get to the hotel.”
“Okay.” But I didn’t move.
He smiled. “The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back, Pix.”
“Are you just saying that because I reminded you there are cookies at home?”
He grinned and turned me around, pushing me gently toward the security checkpoint.
“Yes.”
JESSE
The station was quiet, everyone asleep. I still had problems sleeping without Casey now. It didn’t matter if I was at home or here. I liked her beside me, and I missed her warmth. Her scent.
I wandered out to the empty staff room, but no one else was awake. I sat down and lifted my phone, scrolling through pictures I had taken in the weeks before she left. Smiling, laughing, cooking, sleeping. Even crying, she was beautiful, her eyes saying so much.
I missed her so fiercely, I ached with it.
As if she sensed my thoughts, a text appeared.
You awake, Hulk?
I chuckled.
Yes.
How’s the shift going?
Quiet. I ran a lot of stairs in practice. My calves hurt.
If I were there, I’d rub them.
If you were here, I’d have you rub something else.
I got a laughing emoji for that one.
How’s it going? Getting all your ducks in a row?
Right now, I’m not sure where my ducks are.
I sent her back the same emoji.
Are you sure you don’t want me to come out to you?
No, I’m so busy I wouldn’t see you. I stay at the office until ten or later every night. Back by six. I want to see you, but it wouldn’t be fair.
Okay, Pix. Whatever you need.
I need to relax.
I settled back on the sofa.
I can help with that.
Oh yeah?
Absolutely. What are you wearing?
Your T-shirt. Nothing else. You?
A smile.
Yay! Is your hose working?
My hose needs to stay put. I’m in the staff room, and someone could walk in at any moment. This is about you. Send me a picture.
A moment later, it appeared, Casey looking tired but lovely. My shirt hung off her shoulder, the bare skin smooth.
You are beautiful, Pix. Take off my shirt. I want another photo.
I gazed at her breasts, the tips rosy and taut. Despite my denials, my cock lengthened, and I wrapped my hand around it, stifling my groan.
I want a picture too.
I snapped one and sent it.
I love your cock. It’s so…big. Smooth. Hefty.
Hefty?
Wide load.
I had to laugh.
Are you touching yourself? If I were there, I would be sucking your nipples and playing with your sweet little clit. Making you moan.
I am now.
You’d be so wet. Opening your legs, begging for more. I’d slide my fingers inside you.
Please.
Two. Then three. And they’d glide in. Wet. Hot.
Jesse.
I’d finger-fuck you and use my thumb to keep your clit hard. Toy with it until you begged me to stop. But I wouldn’t.