Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“You were always the strong one out of the two of us.” His words make me clear my throat, trying to get my breath out. “When I get back, you have to come over.”
“I would love that,” I reply, turning to open the drawer that holds my cookie sheets, which I use not for baking cookies, but to make my pizza.
“Okay, well, if you want to talk about anything...”
“I want to talk about how annoying my brother is,” I snap. “He’s on my ass constantly. Made me move to this run-down place.” I almost snort out. “He never buys me anything. I feel totally neglected now that he found the love of his life and she’s been taking all of his time away from me and all the emotional conversations we have with each other. Never including me in their lives. Actually, now that you mention it, I’m feeling a little sad.” That makes us both laugh.
“Goodbye,” he says and he hangs up. I turn over the pizza box and read the instructions when the phone rings again. I don’t even bother looking at the name, knowing it’s Kirby calling me back.
“Seriously, I’m fine.” I laugh out and then I hear the rumble of Knox’s laugh and I freeze.
“Good to know.” His voice comes out smooth and I hang my head.
“I thought it was my brother,” I cut in. “He just called me.”
“Well, that was nice.”
“He got super annoying at the end, so it was not as nice,” I counter. “Do you annoy your sister?”
“Well, considering I haven’t spoken to my sister since her husband slept with my wife and she blamed it on me, I’m going to say no.” My eyes go big for a minute and then we both snort out a laugh.
“That was—”
“I don’t think I’ve ever said that before and laughed after it,” he admits, his voice light.
“I’m glad I could help you out. Shouldn’t you be getting in the zone and shit?”
“I’m about to get into the zone and shit.” He laughs the whole time he says that. “But I wanted to ask you something.”
“No,” I say right away. “The answer is no.”
“You don’t even know the question.” He can’t stop laughing and, to be honest, I like it so much I want him to always be laughing.
“I think I know the question, and I’m going to have to say no.”
“Okay.” He stops laughing and I hear him walking. “What do you think I’m going to ask you?”
“If I want to do anal. Sorry, buddy, it’s a one-way street.”
“Kylie,” he hisses out my name.
“What? I know that is where it’s going. We have good sex.”
“Just good?” he counters, and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t want it to be very good, Knox. It might kill you.” I bite my lip. “You said it yourself.”
“It’s even better than very good,” he mumbles. “Anyway, that isn’t why I’m calling, but I would like to table that discussion for another time.”
“Of course you would.” I take the pizza out of the box and then walk over to grab a knife to slice open the plastic film. “How is this? We can do anal.”
He hisses out, “Yes.”
“After I peg you.” He groans. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. You can shove your dick up my ass after I shove mine up yours.”
“Okay, this conversation has taken a whole turn backward.”
“You are the one who called me,” I point out, putting the pizza on the pan.
“Yeah, not to talk about anal,” he hisses out, “to ask you something.”
“Fine, the answer is still no.”
“You didn’t even hear what I’m going to say.”
“Don’t you have to go?” I turn to start the oven.
“I would have already been done with this conversation if you let me ask you the question in the beginning.”
“I don’t know what’s taking you so long.” I lean against the counter and cross my legs at the ankle as I wait for the oven to preheat.
“Next week,” he starts and I don’t interrupt him, “I have Monday to Wednesday off.”
“Okay.”
“I have this thing,” he says and I look down at my feet. “It’s a two-night getaway.” I can’t help the smile that now fills my face, he sounds so nervous. “I want you to come with me,” he stutters over his words. “Think about it.”
“Where?” I ask him.
“All I’m telling you is that it’s a two-night stay at a place where we can rest and rejuvenate.” I put my hand on the counter beside me, my finger tapping the top nervously. “That’s the only thing you need to know for packing purposes.”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him, “and I’ll let you go so you can get into the zone.”
“Good. I got a semi hard-on thinking of your ass, and I can’t exactly go out there and ride a bike next to your brother.”