Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Staring into the shop, he watched as Peyton and Leah laughed. From what he could tell, Leah was a hard worker, like she had said. She wanted the job, and she didn’t quibble about the pay. He was the one paying Leah’s salary.
With Peyton getting the extra help, he had noticed that she was not half as tired as she used to be, which he was thankful for. He had no doubt being a full-time baker was not an easy job. The hours were long and tiring. For too long, Peyton had no life, and he was going to fight for every second he could get with her.
He watched the two women as they cleaned everything up, and at exactly six o’clock, Leah was heading home, and Peyton came to his truck. Shae climbed out to help her inside. Once again, she had several boxes of cookies to deliver, and he was more than happy to do that for her.
“Well?” he asked.
He allowed her to fester in her answer, while he rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel, before turning toward her and waiting.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, yes, Leah is amazing, okay. At first, she didn’t quite know what to do, but that is acceptable, it’s a new job and all that. But she is finding her feet, and she is good at what she does, and stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you knew all along I was going to love her. She is so nice and so lovely, and yes, I can count on her. She is never late and is happy to deal with difficult customers, and all my customers love her as well.” She sighed and leaned back. “Thank you.”
He arrived at the elderly home and parked the truck. Like every other time before, she climbed out and made her way toward the reception. He watched her go, admiring the soft curves of her ass. He couldn’t get enough of his woman.
They hadn’t fucked yet. He wanted to so badly, but he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her. Shae had never been with a virgin, and it would be her first time, so there was going to be pain. Running a hand down his face, he knew he was going to have to fuck her soon. Not out of any obligation, but just because he wanted to. He wanted to feel her slick cunt wrapped around his cock. To actually feel her orgasm around his length as he sunk inside her, inch by inch. It was a dream, one he was desperate to make true.
Running a hand over his face, he blew out a breath, and Peyton climbed back into the truck. He turned toward her, and for a second she stole his breath. The smile she had given to Wade, and he had seen her show to many of her customers, was staring right back at him.
“It’s so cold out,” she said, rubbing her hands together and blowing on them. “I think fall is my favorite time of year.” She wriggled her shoulders.
Did she even realize she had smiled at him?
He put his truck in reverse, pulled out of the main parking lot of the elderly home, and made his way toward the ranch.
“What’s your favorite time of year?” she asked.
This made him frown. “I don’t think I have one.”
“Come on, I bet you’re a summer guy. Throwing your t-shirt off, letting all those women see you naked.”
He glanced over and saw her smiling back at him. “You’re teasing me now?”
“No, not at all. Come on, I love fall, the leaves, the threat of snow. Halloween. Pumpkin and apples.” She let out a gasp. “Come on, apple pie is like heaven.”
He loved this, her relaxing enough to talk to him. It had only taken a few weeks, and they were doing a lot of stuff to one another that wasn’t sex.
“Or, are you more for the ice-cream?” she asked.
“I like summer, but it’s too damn hot. Spring is okay, but there is always a lot of work to do. There is always a lot of work to do all the freaking time.” He ran a hand down his face. He’d never taken time to think of his favorite time of year. Glancing over at Peyton, he saw she meant what she asked, so he answered. “I think winter is my favorite time.”
“Winter?”
“Yeah, I love the snow. Always have, even when I was a little kid.”
“I can’t imagine you as a boy,” she said.
He laughed. “Trust me, I was a boy for a little time. Now I’m a man.”
She chuckled. “What else do you love about the winter?”
“I love Christmas.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. When my mom was alive, every December she would make these chocolate-and-cinnamon cookies. They were so good.” He smiled. “Always makes me feel like Christmas when I smell cinnamon. She also made good cinnamon buns. Not as good as yours.”