Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
She lets her moans fly confidently, bucking her hips wildly like a rodeo. I slide my hands to her hips and cradle her, lifting her up as she slides away then pulling her in tightly as she glides down, causing my rock-hard cock to pulsate with each collision.
“Fu—fuh …” She can’t finish the word.
I can’t even begin any words.
She throws her head back and lets out a scream of release.
She seeps wetness all over my dick, thick layers of white release flowing down me until it gets soppy and flows over my balls and drips onto the mattress. I stare, fucking mesmerized, incapable of looking away as she creams and bounces and drenches me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“I know,” she says quietly.
“Fuck, Snapshot.”
I don’t want this to end.
Somehow, I keep those words back.
I think of my fight. Her college work. The fact they’re going to drive out of here within the hour most likely.
She gently climbs off, turning to me with red cheeks, her eyebrows raised nervously.
I stand and loop my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.
“Hold me, Boone. Don’t let go. I don’t want to leave right now”
“Now, we do our best not to go insane,” I tell her. “We’ve got business to take care of. I’ve got to train, to fight, to dominate. And you’ve got to study, and fight, and dominate your college work. But after …”
She claws against my chest, looking up at me as though she’s afraid. “You don’t know how you’ll feel when we’re apart. When this …”
“Shhh..”
“When this spell is broken.”
“I know one thing,” I snarl. “When I come find you, if another man has you on his arm, or if there’s one so much as sniffing around, I’m going to shatter his fucking jaw.”
She gasps, pushes against my chest, as if she’s going to push herself away. But I hold her too tightly.
“Boone, now’s not the time” she moans.
“You belong to me now,” I growl. “Just because real life is going to get in the way for a while, don’t forget it.”
A knock comes at the door. “Uh, Lila?”
“Rosa?”
“We’re ready to hit the road … when you are.”
Lila bites her lip, then pulls herself in for a kiss. Between hot mouthfuls of contact, she says, “I … don’t … know.”
“What don’t you know?” I groan.
“If you, if we, can make this work.”
“Just watch me, Snapshot.”
7
LILA
“This is delightful,” a stylish woman with ironic love-heart glasses propped on her head says, gesturing to one of my photos. “I love the contrast between the gray and the black. It makes parts of the night seem lighter. Parts darker. But it’s all still … night.”
I offer my most convincing smile. “Thanks. That’s very kind of you.”
The gallery opening is going well. My Montana shots are getting the most interest. A collection of people has gathered around my best shot: the trees, rain clinging to them, glistening.
Abby walks over. Ever since we stayed at the MMA camp, she’s been acting differently. Rosa thinks something happened between Abby and the deputy, Clint, but she won’t talk about it.
She claps me on the arm supportively. “This is great,” she says.
I smile, look around the room lit with soft lanterns, the backlit photos, the stylish hipster guests.
You did great, Lila. Enjoy it. Relish it. All the hard work has paid off.
But as I grab myself a soda from the bar, I can’t help but think of the last time I saw Boone. He’d just taken my virginity, and then it was time to go, the road cleared, destiny interrupted.
I don’t believe in destiny, so I should really stop thinking things like that, but I can’t help it. I feel like I’m suffering from a weeks-long hangover.
We didn’t exchange numbers. He didn’t ask, and neither did I. I was waiting for him to ask. I was waiting for him to make the move.
Is that stupid in hindsight? Did he use me?
Fill my head with a cacophony of madness and then end things? I don’t want to believe that, but each night I lie awake and I feel his solid body, his firm muscles pressing against me, his warmth, his hot breath whispering over my skin.
Abby nudges me again. “This is a good night, Lila.”
“I know,” I mutter.
You did good, Snapshot, I imagine Boone snarling.
He’s busy with his fighting camp. After leaving Montano, I spent some time looking him up. Boone isn’t some small-time fighter. He’s headlining a fight card this Saturday. He’s a multimillionaire who decides to train in the mountains because it brings out his savage side.
A quote from one of his interviews replays in my mind. “I’ve got enough money to start a family and put down roots, but I doubt I’ll ever find the right lady.”
It’s silly of me, right, to think I could’ve been that woman after such a short time together. A fling.