Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“There you go,” he praises. “Take what you need, baby. I’m so close.”
“S—St…” My voice trails off as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over my body. I feel the burning tingle race down my spine, settling between my thighs.
“Fuck, so tight,” he says through gritted teeth before he holds my hips still and releases inside me.
I’m a limp noodle as I fall to his chest, and he wraps his arms tightly around me. We’re both trying to catch our breath. He’s pulsing inside me. Then again, maybe that’s me. It’s hard to tell where he ends and I begin at this point.
“That was… mind-blowing.” He kisses my temple.
It takes extreme effort to lift my head, but I manage to do so. I also raise my hand and wiggle my ring finger, causing my engagement ring to sparkle. Exhilaration takes over as I process tonight’s events. We’re getting married. My heart thumps wildly inside my chest, and excitement courses through my veins. I’m marrying my best friend. “How does this change things? It did, right? That wasn’t just me who felt like it was an out-of-body experience?”
He grins, his eyes sparkling. “It’s the magic, baby.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. It’s not that I don’t believe in this Riggins magic that the men in his family seem to go on and on about, but whenever something incredible happens, he gives all the credit to the magic.
As for me, I won’t disagree that it’s magical, but it’s magic we make together. It’s the two of us forever, and that’s what makes it special.
CHAPTER
SIX
Stanley
“I think it could work,” I tell my fiancée. It’s Friday night, and we’re having dinner in our apartment, and I’ve just dropped a bomb on her. Okay, not a bomb per se, but definitely something I know she wasn’t expecting from me.
I want to start my own business. I’d, of course, keep my full-time job, but this is something I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. Ever since my work decided to sell an old box truck last week. They pulled it out front and slapped a For Sale sign on it, and my mind has been racing with ideas ever since.
I’ve been working for the concrete company since starting college, and I’ve learned a lot. Especially that logistics is a growing business. I’ve been listening and watching, and we get calls on the daily for suggestions for trucks, freight, or even just moving tools and equipment. That’s where I would come in.
It would be hard only doing it on evenings and weekends, which will be time that I’ll be losing with Lena unless she comes with me, but my gut is telling me that this is the right move for me. For us. For our family and our future.
“Let me make sure I understand. We buy the box truck and spend our evenings and weekends moving things for other people?” She wrinkles her brow—something she does when she’s concentrating. She’s not blowing off the idea. She’s giving it actual consideration, and I love her even more for it. I need her on board with this. This might be my idea, but it’s our joint savings that we were hoping to use for a down payment on a house. It’s not all of it, but a nice chunk.
“To start, yes. We could move equipment for businesses or deliver products for businesses as well. Whatever they need as long as it will fit in the truck safely. Logistics is a huge, growing business. I think we can make a lot of extra cash this way. We could get out of this apartment and into a house sooner than expected. We could start our family,” I tell her.
Her eyes sparkle on that last part. I know Lena wants to be a mom, and I want to give her that and so much more. I want to lay the world at her feet. I truly feel this is the path I need to take to do that.
“How much is the truck?” she asks.
At least she hasn’t shot down the idea yet. “It’s old and doesn’t look like much. The plant manager said they would sell it to me for four thousand since I’m an employee.”
“Okay. What about insurance? Business insurance?” she asks. “What about gas and maintenance? Is it in decent shape? Is it going to nickel and dime us and eat up the potential profits?”
Damn, she’s on top of this. I love that she’s taking this wild ride with me. “I called to check on the insurance, and it’s not much. We can pay it monthly and use the profits. It’s in excellent condition. Barry, our mechanic, kept up with it. It doesn’t look like much, but it runs like a well-oiled machine. Gas would be included in the freight charge with each load. We’d figure that in and charge the customer accordingly so it doesn’t cut into our profits.” I carefully answer each of her questions. It’s important to look at every angle and assess the good and the bad before diving into this new business venture.