Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“So you’ll be done with school? Because you have a lot ridin’ on right now.” I desperately tried to make the misfiring cylinders in my head find a real way out this mess. To distract from the panic building inside me, I finished undressing. My socks came off first, tossing them toward the door where I left my shorts and undershirt—they’d make it to the washing machine soon and dropped my underwear where I stood, those were toe tossed toward the rest of my clothes.
I need space and time. A concept Dash didn’t believe in, but I needed to think properly. There was no scenario where I saw his family happy with me in the picture. I went to the shower, flipping it on. As the water cascaded down, my mind raced.
“Give me fifteen minutes,” Dash countered, standing next to me. “I can tell them alone, but I’d rather you be there.”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I said lamely.
“That’s not true, but I’ll get you something new, or you can wear a pair of jeans. However you present is fine.” A caring, caressing palm ran the length of my bicep. The touch was probably meant to be positive and encouraging. Instead, I felt the invisible shackles clamping shut around my wrists and ankles.
Blue jeans? Right. The release of my pent-up sigh said it all.
“I’ll get you something that’s comfortable but appropriate. Not a problem.”
A myriad of new concerns arose. No one shopped like Dash shopped. He enjoyed browsing everything, trying on most of what he saw, spending more money than I’d make in a lifetime. Now I’d be the one trying on the clothes? Going from store to store...
I loved him. I did. I loved spending time with him. Except when shopping.
Without finger-testing the temperature, I stepped under the spray. Thankfully, the water temperature was perfect.
I scrubbed my hands down my face. I didn’t want to lose Dash. My gut told me nothing good could come from surprising his parents with me. When I started to speak those words, his warm, strong palms pressed against my back, massaging my sore muscles.
I glanced back to see him naked behind me. My grin was instant. My God, I was the luckiest guy in the world. Tingles raced across my nerve endings, like they always did when Dash was around. He doted on me, putting my needs first in every way. The press of his lips kissed my left shoulder. Then his thumbs dug into those muscles, loosening their tight hold.
“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll go alone. I liked the idea of us being a united front. Also, I might want to gently rub it in their faces that you came back to me.” His lips touched my right shoulder. “My father worked to get you away from your father. We just didn’t have contacts in Mobile, but he tried to help you. When you do meet him, you’ll like him. He’s easy to be around. I promise.” His thumbs went to work on the muscles on that side of my back. “If you decide to go, we’ll be fast. I want them to see you and meet you. See why I put my life on hold for you.”
Warm water cascaded over my head and down my body, soothing me through the entire run. My shields lowered. I let his words sink in as my muscles relaxed. We both understood I’d cave eventually. I’d straighten out my thoughts. Maybe not until we were driving up to the house, but I’d get there.
Dash never did anything fairly. He kept up the persistent massage, winding his way to my belly, caressing down my stomach muscles. Of course, I was hard as stone. When wasn’t I? Dash had had me in every way, over and again, and still wanted me in bed and out.
My real fear in facing his family was the same fear I lived with daily. If I stayed true to myself, embraced who I was and who I was always meant to be, I wouldn’t fit in the world of the Richmonds.
I pressed my forehead to the tile as he reached around, clasping my hard-on with both hands. “At least you’re happy to see me.”
“I’m always amped up when you’re around. You know that,” I said, grumbling and closing my eyes, feeling every tug of his fist. The small nipping kisses trailed to my ass. His right hand left my cock, my body tightened. I loved when he licked my ass.
So, when I turned and took his forearm, drawing him up against me, it came as a surprise to both of us. “Save it for later. I’ll go meet them. I’m not sure about the club, but I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you,” Dash murmured happily and pressed his lips to mine. I shifted my head away from his offer. I wasn’t finished.