Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
When he finally stopped moving, I opened my eyes. He was staring at me with a blank expression. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I kind of lost control.”
My arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed every single second of that.”
He smiled. “You never cease to amaze me, Rory Adams. You telling me to fuck you about drove me insane.”
Giving him a wink, I replied, “I try to keep you on your toes.”
With a laugh, he shook his head. “Keep doing such a great job.”
Finn leaned down and helped me get dressed. When he put on my last sneaker and tied it, I got tears in my eyes. I’d never be able to find someone like him again. Each thing he did for me, he did with so much care. My heart ached knowing I only had a few more hours left with him.
I hated my father.
I was never going to forgive him for trying to force me away from the only man I’d ever love.
Finn
The fort and one bad dog
I watched with concern as Rory’s face constricted in anger. “Is everything okay, Éan?”
She quickly masked over whatever it was she was thinking about. “Yes. I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Well, I hope you weren’t thinking of me, because it looked like you wanted to kill someone.”
With a laugh, she stood on her toes and kissed my lips quickly. “Trust me, when I think of you it’s always good things.”
Taking her hand in mine, I replied, “Good. Now come on. You and your horny ways interrupted my hike.”
Rory walked alongside me with a huge smile on her face. So much better than last night, when she cried herself to sleep.
“Seems to me you weren’t complaining about my horny ways a few minutes ago.”
I chuckled. “I’ll never complain about that.”
Walking to the edge of the creek, I took in a deep breath of air. “Damn I love it here.”
Rory rested her head on my arm. “It’s so peaceful and beautiful. I can see why you’d come here often.”
The sound of the water trickling down through the rocks was one of my favorite sounds. “When I was younger, my mom said she had to put on white noise in my room to get me to fall asleep. She played a running creek. I often wondered if I liked coming here so much because of that.”
We stood there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to everything around us. The wind blowing through the trees. The sound of leaves slowly making their way to the ground and landing with a soft touch against other leaves. Everything about this place, I loved.
“Hop up on my back, baby.”
“Huh? Again?”
The way she scrunched her nose was adorable. “I haven’t shown you what I wanted to yet. We need to cross the creek for me to show you.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “You’re walking across the creek?”
“It’s not that wide, and there’s a rock path I made years ago.”
She giggled and squeezed me with her legs. “Smart boy.”
I replied, “Not really. I had to slip and fall about ten times before I came up with the idea.”
Once I made it to the other side, I squatted so that she could jump off my back. “It’s right over here but close your eyes.”
Rory smiled as she closed her eyes and let me guide her, no questions asked. I loved that she trusted me like she did.
The memories of being out here by myself quickly came back to me. “Open your eyes.”
Rory gasped as she took in the view.
“Finn! This is beautiful! I’d have never guessed there was a view like this here. And this building is so cute!”
I nodded. “This was kind of my secret spot. Been coming here since I was about ten. I built this little fort because I needed a place to go to get away from my brothers, and somewhere to hide from Angie when she wanted me to play tea with her.” My eyes moved over the old wooden hideout. I’d made it out of fallen trees and a few left-over pieces of lumber my father had.
Rory laughed and shook her head. “I’d give anything to have seen that.”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “It was always me and Mr. Giggles at her tea parties. I have no idea why she never invited Wes or Preston.”
Rory pressed her lips together to try and hide her smile. “It’s probably because they told her no.”
“Probably,” I said while walking around the fort. “They didn’t care if she got upset, but I did.”
When I glanced up, Rory was staring at me and chewing on the corner of her lip. “You’re amazing, do you know that, Finn Ward?”
“Yeah, well, don’t ask me to build you a house. I’m not sure how sturdy this thing is.”