Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help but snort. “A few.”
When I took the final jump to land on the dry bank next to him, he stopped me with his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
I stepped closer and put my hands on his hips. Any excuse to touch him. “You already apologized, remember? We took an apology shower yesterday.”
Heat flooded his cheeks. “I seem to recall some kind of shower…”
I moved one hand up to trace the pink blush. “You’re not familiar with the apology shower?” I murmured, moving even closer. His hands moved over my shoulders and around my back.
“Mm… not sure. Remind me what’s involved…”
I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the apple of his cheek. The faint taste of sunscreen lingered on his skin. I moved over to take his earlobe between my teeth. “Perhaps I need to do something bad again so we can work toward another apology shower.”
The garbled noise in his throat made my dick fill.
I moved my hand to his ass and pulled him against me. “Way, fuck. There is never a moment when I don’t want to get you naked and run my mouth along every inch of you.”
The sound of chatter behind us on the trail broke the moment, causing us to pull apart. I rubbed my face in both hands, trying to shake off the lust fog.
“Save those thoughts for later?” Way murmured with a smile in his voice.
I groaned and grabbed his hand before continuing along the trail. The mood was lighter as we teased each other about being such stereotypical newlyweds, at least in one respect.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
He smirked at me from under the bill of his cap. “If I’d known marriage was all it would take to get this many orgasms…”
“Marriage to a man, Waylon Fletcher. Don’t forget that critical detail.”
“I see.”
Something had been inching its way into my mind recently, and I decided now was the time to ask about it. “Do you think after this you’ll… I mean…” I couldn’t think how to ask this question without sounding ridiculous and needy.
Way quirked an eyebrow. “It’s not like you to trip over your words, Silas.”
“Do you think you’ll date men?” I blurted. “After us, I mean. After we… After the divorce.” I clamped my mouth shut. The only thing worse than the invasive question was the stupid post-question babble.
But instead of laughing at me, Way took a minute to consider it.
And then another minute.
I watched his jaw work as he thought, like he was angry, not confused, and I rushed to apologize. “Nope. Never mind. That is absolutely none of my business—”
“Huh?” Way blinked. “Oh. No. I’m not upset with you for asking. I was just thinking about my answer, and my instinctive reaction kinda surprised me. I was thinking—”
The sound of a woman’s bright laughter cut him off. “This is the most fun ever! On rappel!”
Way’s entire face changed in recognition of the voice as he sped up to where the trail curved through the trees. “Eden!”
When we turned the corner, the trail opened into a wide, flat area at the base of a giant rock face. A petite woman was flying down the rock on a set of ropes, kicking at the granite surface every few feet like air hops.
When she reached the ground, she called, “Way!” and shot him a huge grin over her shoulder as she unhooked herself from the ropes and thanked a woman who’d stepped up to help her. Both women were fit and dressed in climbing gear with helmets and harnesses. The one with the big smile pulled her helmet off and dropped it lightly on a pack of gear before approaching.
She was tiny and strong, and lean, cut muscles in her shoulders, arms, and legs were shown off perfectly by her running tights and thin, long-sleeved athletic top. Her hair was golden honey-colored with whiter highlights, most likely from the sun instead of a salon visit. The wind had whipped little wisps of it around the edges of her hairline, but the rest of it remained in a loose braid to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were the same blue as the big Wyoming sky, and I stood transfixed as they sparkled for my husband as she dove into his arms.
I suddenly realized why the entire town of Majestic had wanted these two beautiful humans to get together.
They were fucking Barbie and Ken. Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Blond Beauties.
And I immediately hated her with every fiber of my being.
NINETEEN
WAYLON
I was relieved to see Eden testing the preliminary climbing routes on Clara Peak for the exhibition. I should have known she’d take care of it, but with the whirlwind of the past week and everything happening with Silas, I hadn’t even thought to ask her.
“Hey, you,” I said, surrounded by the familiar scent of eucalyptus bug spray and the organic lavender deodorant she wore. “When did you get back?”