Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I’m addicted to you,” he says, grabbing me around my waist and pulling my pussy to his mouth, sucking my clit. “Tonight, I want you to sit on my face, and then I’ll fuck your face.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time.” I get off the bed and walk toward the bathroom. “I need to hit the road and then take a shower.”
“I’ll drive you,” he offers, getting out of bed and following me, but I stop him.
“I can walk.” I slide my pants up my legs before grabbing my bra.
“Yeah, and you can get that sweet ass into my truck and I’ll take you home,” he instructs, getting dressed and covering his favorite part that I love.
He drives me home and makes out with me in the truck before I walk into the house. Tiptoeing in, it’s all for nothing when my mother is in the kitchen with a cup of coffee to her lips. “Someone had a good night,” she jokes with me, and I look over and see that Oliver’s shoes are by the couch.
“I wasn’t the only one.” I motion with my shoes.
“It’s different,” she deflects. “We live in the same town.”
“Mom.” I hold up my hand, not sure I want to hear it. “I know. I’m trying to live in the moment.”
“Don’t waste time like I did,” she urges softly. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
I nod, walking over to the kitchen, pinning my hair on top of my head, and then washing my hands. I make the donuts, and when I get to the bakery, Caleb is just getting there while the night shift is walking out.
“Want to see something cool?” he asks, and I nod at him. He motions with his head to follow him, and I walk with him into the bakery. “The walls are up and ready to paint,” he points out, and I look at him in shock. “Flooring goes in tomorrow.”
“Holy cow,” I reply, looking around at the bigger space. “This happened so fast.”
“I think by next weekend it should be done and you can start using the kitchen here,” he explains and a pang hits my chest. “So you can start painting by Friday.”
“That sounds amazing. I’ll call the painter.”
He nods at me. “The kitchen will be arriving sometime on Monday, and they should have it installed before Wednesday.”
“That’s just”—I turn around in the space—“so fast.”
“You have the town to thank,” he shares with me, and I nod as he walks back to his truck to get his stuff.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I snap a picture to post it to social media later. I put the phone back in my pocket before getting my stuff out to start the day. I start the coffee before walking back and unloading the car.
I open the front of the food truck when I feel arms at my hips. “Hey, baby,” he whispers in my ear, and I look over my shoulder at him.
“Hey yourself.” I smile as my chest feels like it’s getting even fuller than it was when I left him, which was pretty much so full I felt like my chest would explode. My hand comes up and holds his cheek. I smile as he leans to kiss my lips.
“Can I help?” he asks, and I nod.
“You can get the rest of the donuts from the car,” I say, and he walks away at the same time Harmony gets here.
She comes over with her own box of cakes. “I know you were selling only donuts, but I thought I would bring this by. Maybe cut one up in pieces and serve the boys and then sell them,” she suggests.
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” I say, grabbing the box from her. “I can pay you tomorrow.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “That one is on the house,” she says, looking at Brock with her eyes wide in surprise when he stops by her with the plastic containers in his arms.
“Hey, Harmony,” he greets cheerfully before walking away.
“Hi, Brock,” she replies, unsure what else to say. She waits for him to walk away before she leans in. “Is that Brock, Brock?”
I try not to laugh. “Um, yes, I think.” I look at him putting the containers down inside. “He’s helping unload my car.”
“Yeah, I saw. I thought I was in some parallel universe.”
“Nope.” I can’t help but laugh. “Not unless I am also.” I look at him walking down the steps of the food truck. He’s wearing his black Dickies with a matching shirt, when the phone rings from his pocket.
“Oh, I get it now,” Harmony murmurs. “I did not see that coming.” I turn to look at her. “Although Brady called it before you got here.” She smirks at me. “Text me later.”
“I will,” I assure her and walk over to the truck, up the steps, and hear him on the phone.