Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
For a moment, I imagine myself being here. Walking these paths, sitting in the lecture halls, becoming someone who I never truly thought I could be. A smile manages to work its way across my face.
This place—it’s everything I ever wanted. But it doesn’t feel right. Not without him.
A couple passes, their fingers intertwined, causing a pang in my heart. I remember Cameron’s hands, permanently stained from days of honest work, callused and rough as they caressed my body. A man who built something from nothing.
And like his dream for his garage, my dream of a scholarship is no longer a dream—it’s a reality. A tool I can use in life but not an aspiration that defines me.
I take a seat on a bench and glance down at the acceptance packet on my lap, then reach into my pocket and pull out a tiny slip of paper from Cam’s garage. It has my writing on it. I was running some numbers for him. And that’s when an idea begins to form in my mind.
Maybe I can have both. The education I’ve always dreamt of and the man I fell in love with.
“Yeah…why can’t I?”
My fingers move slowly as I dial Cam’s number. My heart beats heavily with each ring, but as I expected, there’s no answer.
I call again. Pick up, Cam!
Still nothing.
I stand and stuff my things into my bag. Fine. If he won’t answer, I’ll go find him and make him talk to me.
The drive to Cam’s garage feels like a collection of heartbeats rather than a journey across miles. No music—my thoughts are loud enough. This is his fault. He’s the one who taught me to fight for what you want, to never let anyone tell you you can’t have it. And that’s what I’m doing now. Fighting. Not just for myself, but for us. For the future we deserve.
His truck sits outside the garage like a statue of hope, sending relief flooding through me. I bite my lip in determination. There’s no going back now.
I see him through the window, lost in work, sleeves rolled up and showing his massive, sweaty forearms. He’s working on an engine and doesn’t notice me until I come right up behind him. “You don’t answer my calls now?”
Cam freezes. The wrench in his hand trembles slightly before he sets it down beside him. When he turns, his face is a whirlwind of emotion—shock, guilt, and something deeper. Something that hits me right in the chest. He looks like a wolf who’s been starving and has finally set eyes on its prey.
“I went to see the school,” I tell him. “And it got me thinking. I want to go, but I’m not leaving you.”
“Katie—”
“I’m going to do both, Cam. I’ll take classes, and I’ll work part-time at the shop. And at the end of the day, I’ll come home to you.”
He shakes his head, averting his eyes. “No. You deserve every chance you can get.”
I step closer. “Don’t you believe in me, Cam? Don’t you believe I can do this?”
“Of course I believe in you,” he growls, clutching the sides of the engine bay.
I press my hand to his chest and feel his heart pounding hot and heavy beneath my palm. “You want me to have a future, and I’m choosing one—one with you in it.”
He’s fighting…he’s fighting…
But I break him.
His control shatters, and the next thing I know, I’m in his arms with his mouth on mine. He kisses me with so much passion, desperate and demanding, like he hasn’t breathed in days and I’m the very oxygen he needs to survive.
My legs spread apart for him as he leans into me, pressing his rock-hard bulge against my center. I’m tingling, dripping wet. Ready for him. No, I’m beyond ready—I’m aching for the touch of my love that’s been denied me for the last three days.
He groans, tugs my pants down, snatches my hips, and lifts me up onto the edge of the truck like I weigh nothing. Yes. I’m his little girl, and he’s my daddy, and I’ve missed this—missed it like I’ve been away from him for years.
As he yanks his jeans open, I lift his shirt, giving me a view of his sculpted abs. It’s not just the perfection of his body that excites me—it’s the protection and security it represents. Cam is strong, and he would never let anything happen to me.
The crown of his cock finds my center and spreads me. I nearly go off as he enters. So thick, so hard.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans, sliding his hand roughly into my hair. “I never should have pushed you away.”
“You shouldn’t have.” I smile up at him as fierce waves of pleasure rippled through my body. “But I forgive you.”
“Oh, you do?” His grin is wicked as he pounds me faster. “That’s what I need from you? Forgiveness?”