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)
“Of course you did.” I grab her hips, pulling her to me.
“I wasn’t just going to let him get away with it, Caleb!” she shrieks. “He broke my heart.”
“He broke your heart?” I ask her and she rolls her eyes now.
“No, but he bruised my ego.” She pushes away from me. “So it’s the same thing.” She turns, going to the fridge.
“Not the same thing at all.” I watch her. “So how did you learn to cook?”
“I took a couple cooking classes.” She shrugs, and my eyes go to her ass. My feet moving to her, taking her ass in my hand and seeing her eyes lust over. “You better stop looking at me like that or I’ll forget I need food, then fucking,” I tell her.
“I don’t think I’m that hungry now anyway,” she says, dropping to her knees in the middle of my kitchen.
“If this doesn’t scream walk of shame,” Sierra deadpans when she gets out of my truck the next night, “I don’t know what does.” She’s wearing exactly what she was wearing when I picked her up here the night before.
I shake my head, getting out and making my way to her, sliding my hand in hers. We’ve spent the last thirty hours having more sex than I thought was humanly possible. If we weren’t fucking, we were sleeping and vice versa. It wasn’t just me; she wanted it as much as I did. “This wouldn’t have happened if you stayed at my house until tomorrow.”
“Oh, because coming home on a Monday morning wearing a leather skirt and lace top with you doesn’t scream I got banged all weekend long.” She looks over at me as she squats down to pick up the stack of papers at her door.
“I wasn’t the only one who did the banging.” I put my hands on her hips and kiss her neck, loving that she smells of my body wash. “You banged me just as many times.”
“I did, didn’t I?” She lets us into her house. “Got to say though, I thought I’d have to ice my vagina after that one time.”
“You said you were fine.” I put my hands on my hips as she walks toward the kitchen, putting the papers down.
“I was fine, but your cock is like a miniature baseball bat.” She snickers as she looks through the papers and sees a white envelope with her name typed in bold black letters in the middle of it. She turns it over and then looks at me before sliding her finger under the flap and ripping it open. She takes the white paper out that is folded in three, putting the envelope back down before unfolding it and then looking back up at me.
“What is it?” I ask, and she turns the paper toward me with the same typed letters from the envelope. “Stop looking.”
I look at the letter, then at her, seeing her eyes going back to the letter before she says, “It seems they don’t want to be found.”
Chapter 23
Sierra
I watch his eyes read the letter I just read before he looks back at me, and I quickly look back down at the letter, trying to calm myself down. “It seems they don’t want to be found.”
“Baby,” he says softly, and I fold the letter back and put it in the envelope, before tearing it in half and walking over to the trash bin and tossing it inside.
“No,” I say, shaking my head, “no, fucking no, Caleb.”
“But—” His voice goes low, and I look at him.
“I deserve to know who I am,” I tell him.
“You are beautiful, amazing, independent”—I roll my eyes at him—“sassy, and a pain in my ass sometimes.” He comes to me and takes me in his arms. “You are strong and fierce and you suck a mean—”
I put my hands on his mouth. “I don’t think I can repeat that to anyone when they ask me what I’m good at.”
He glares. “If you do, I’ll have to put you over my shoulder and rush you to the courthouse and marry you.” I think my eyes about come out of my sockets as he kisses my nose. “Unless you’d be willing to come with me.”
“Are you insane?” I push away from him, but he only tightens his arms around me even more.
“That’s why I’ll have to carry you over my shoulder,” he jokes with me and buries his face in my neck, and I sink into him, feeling his heat all around me.
“I’m not going to stop.”
“I know.” He kisses my neck. “It’s probably the grouchy sheriff.”
“Whoever it is, I’m not going to stop.” I lay my cheek on his head, trying to brush off the letter, but deep down inside, I’m freaking out.
“Let’s get ready for bed,” he mumbles, grabbing my hand and turning off the light.