Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I fucking love bye week,” he rumbles, gripping my thighs.
Laughter bubbles out of my chest as I rock my hips, making him groan. I don’t stop until his body stills, and he releases inside me. My legs are like jelly as I stand and move into the spray.
Reid aligns his body with mine as he promised and washes my hair, then my body. He takes his time, making sure to leave no part of me untouched. By the time he’s finished, I’m ready to go again, but exhaustion is weighing heavily on me.
“I’m going to finish up,” he says, kissing my temple. “I’ll be right out.”
I nod and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I dry off, slip into one of his T-shirts, brush out my hair before pulling it up in a damp, messy knot, and slide under the covers. A few minutes later, Reid’s turning out the light and snuggling up next to me.
We definitely love bye week.
Chapter Nineteen
Reid
“Are we late?” Bellamy asks as we park in Landry and Rowan’s driveway.
I bite down on my cheek to keep from smiling. “Rowan said six-ish, right?” I nod toward the dashboard that displays that it’s fifteen minutes after six.
“There are so many cars here,” she muses. “You know I hate to be late.”
“It’s a night with friends. Ish means there’s no set time, so that means we’re not late. We’re right on time.” I wink, climb out of the truck, and make my way to her door. I help her down and reach into the back seat to grab the dip she insisted on making. I tried to talk her out of it, but here we are, carrying in a covered dish to a party, of which she is the guest of honor, but I couldn’t tell her that. It would ruin the surprise.
I offer her my free hand, and she takes it, allowing me to lead her to the front door. I don’t bother knocking. They know we’re here because I texted the guys in our group chat before we left the house. Now that we also live in the neighborhood, they knew we were just minutes away. As soon as we step into the house, everyone yells, “Surprise!”
Bellamy stops, her mouth falls open, and tears well in her eyes. “What is this?” she asks, as her mom comes rushing toward her, hugging her tightly.
“It’s your baby shower, silly. Co-ed, of course,” Landry calls out.
“Really?” Bellamy’s voice cracks.
“Come on, Bell. Let’s go say hi to everyone.” Sliding my arm around her waist, I hand the dip off to Rowan as we make our way around the room. The guys, Corie, Rowan, Sloane, Candice, and Amanda are all here. Rowan wanted to invite her friends from work, but after a quick phone call to Grant, he told me they planned to have her an office baby shower, and by "they," he meant his wife and his sister-in-law, so it’s just us—close friends and family. There’s only one person who’s not here, and I need to ask her about that now.
“Hey,” I say, pulling her off to the side once we’ve hugged everyone to say hello. “We didn’t invite your dad. I wasn’t sure if you’d want him here.”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “I mean, I guess I would have been okay with it.”
“You want me to call him?” I ask her.
“Will that be weird? The coach being here?”
“Nope. What about your mom?”
She peers over her shoulder, catching her mom’s eye, and waves. “Wait, who’s that with my mom?” she asks, as they both start walking toward us.
“Bellamy, I’d like for you to meet Cliff. My boyfriend,” Candice adds. She’s smiling, but I can see the apprehension in her eyes. “I realize this might not be the best time to introduce the two of you, but he makes me happy, and I wanted you to meet him.”
I’m holding my breath, waiting to see how she handles this meeting. When a bright smile curves her lips, I exhale. “It’s so nice to meet you, Cliff. I’ve heard nothing about you.” She laughs. “But I know that if you’re here, you’re important to my mom.” She turns her gaze to her mom. “How long have the two of you been seeing each other?” There’s no anger in her tone, just pure curiosity.
“A few months,” Candice replies. “I didn’t want to tell you in case it fizzled out, but he’s still hanging around,” she says, smiling at Cliff, before turning back to Bellamy. “Amanda convinced me you’d be okay with him being here.”
“I can go if it makes you uncomfortable,” Cliff adds. “We drove separately just in case.”
“What? No, of course not. Stay, please,” Bellamy tells him. Cliff slides his arm around Candice’s waist, and she leans into him, which only makes my girl smile wider.