Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I grip onto her hips and push my dick inside. She squeals as I immediately start fucking her hard, pulling her against me with each thrust. The friction is enough to make me explode after a few thrusts, my vision whiting out. I collapse atop her, biting the back of her neck gently, as my cock pumps wave after wave of hot come into her curvy body.
Finally, I fall to the side, breathing hard. I love the way she instantly collapses into my arms. It’s like she doesn’t want there to be any space between us at all.
We don’t say anything for a while, both of us recovering. Then she slides her hand over my chest and wriggles up my body, kissing me on the cheek. “So, how was it for you?”
I laugh because the question is so absurd. She laughs too, because she knows it as well. I roll over so that we’re face to face, both of us laughing like lovestruck teenagers.
“It’s not an exaggeration to say this is the happiest I’ve been in years,” I tell her.
She gets a strange look in her eyes. Just for a second. Then it’s gone, and I wonder if I imagined it.
“You might want to stay at your place,” she murmurs.
“Why’s that?” I snap.
“Hey, not like that.” She kisses me again. “I don’t want you to go. But my alarm is set for six AM. Grandma has been much better in the early mornings lately. I don’t want to disturb you.”
“I don’t mind,” I tell her, relieved. “I could even come with you.”
She swallows. Maybe I’m pushing too hard.
“I could wait outside,” I say. “Then we’ll swing by my place so I can shower and change, and we’ll head into work. Sound like a plan?”
She smiles. “I don’t think any of this was part of the plan. But yes, I’d love that.”
I lie on my back and pull her into my arms again, gliding my hand gently through her hair, feeling I’m the happiest man alive.
As usual, my father’s specter ruins it.
Don’t get too comfortable. You don’t really know this girl.
I push that thought far away.
CHAPTER 17
IZZY
“Something’s different,” Grandma says, seeming almost completely like her old self.
I can’t fight the smile constantly shaping my lips. I feel bright and sparkly, changed, like, after last night, I’ll never be the same person again. But how far can I push this? How long until Aaron demands more?
“Is it?” I say innocently. Despite everything, Grandma is having a good day, or a good hour, at least. That means something.
Grandma smiles knowingly. “I think I know, but I also think you might have a heart attack if you hear your old Nana say it.”
I shrug, the picture of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo—”
“You had sex.”
I laugh, clapping my hands together. “Grandma!”
She smirks, eyebrow raised, reminding me of the woman she was when I was a teenager and she took me in. Illness is a vicious, ugly thing, if it can topple a woman like Grandma.
“That doesn’t sound like a denial,” she says.
“Are you psychic or something?”
“That sounds like a confirmation.”
“He’s my boss,” I murmur.
“Oh, I don’t want to hear that.” Grandma waves her hand shakily. “Don’t tell me everything that’s wrong or could go wrong. I want to hear the good stuff, Izzy. Tell me how he treats you. Does he make you laugh? Do you have a connection? Oh, I have to meet him!”
“He treats me well,” I say. “And yes, he makes me laugh.” Among other things. “I’m not some serial dater, but I think we have real chemistry, a real connection.”
“What about me meeting him, hmm?” she says.
“We haven’t been together for a long time,” I murmur, deflecting.
“Maybe not,” she says. “But don’t talk as if I don’t know you. You care about this man. He’s important to you, which means he’s important to me too.”
“Well,” I say, knowing this might be a mistake. “He’s outside.”
“Here, now?” Grandma says, excitedly.
“Yeah, he said he didn’t care how early it was. He wanted to spend more time with me before work.”
“Oh, how wonderful. So…”
“So?” I ask.
“Don’t give me those puppy-dog eyes,” she says, laughing. “Bring him in here!”
I laugh. “Are you serious? He might not be ready to meet my family.”
Though even as I say this, I remember the look on his face last night when he mentioned coming here. It was like he wanted to be more involved, then he must’ve read the terror in my eyes, the fear I let exist just for a split second. But it was enough. That was when he said he’d wait outside.
I reach for my cell phone when I realize I left it in the car.
“I’ll go out and let him know,” I murmur. “But no promises…”
Grandma chuckles. “If he doesn’t want to come in here, I’ll go out there and drag him in.”