Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Each drive became more frantic as she took me deeper and deeper. My body was wound tight as I struggled to hold back my climax, and I could feel the pressure building as her walls constricted around me. Teetering close to the edge, I dug my fingertips into her hips and held on as her orgasm approached. “Oh, God, Wes.”
“That’s it. Come for me.” Her hips rocked against mine in a feverish rhythm until she let out a tortured groan. With one last, deep thrust, Antonia’s body tensed, and her breath stilled as her head fell back. Her orgasm took hold, and she clamped down around me, making it impossible for me to hold back as she continued to buck against me. The fire that raged within me reached its breaking point as I came deep inside her. “Fuck.”
I held on to her hips, holding her in place as I caught my breath. Still trembling, Antonia collapsed on top of me, her heart beating wildly next to mine, and I felt a sense of peace like I’d never felt before. It was like coming home after a long vacation, and that feeling was her—all her.
I ran my fingers through her hair and whispered, “You’re incredible.”
“You’re the incredible one.” She eased off me and settled in the crook of my arm, “I wasn’t sure if you could... you know.”
“I wasn’t so sure myself,” I chuckled as I removed my condom and tossed it in the trash.
“Clearly, we had nothing to worry about.” She let out a breath as she nestled closer. “Why does this feel so right?”
“Because it is.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I can tell you what we’re not going to do.” I looked over to her as I said, “We’re not going to keep putting everyone else’s wants and needs above our own.”
“Does that include my dad and your mom?”
“Absolutely. They’ll either get over it or they won’t.” I eased up on my elbow and took her hand in mine. “If I learned anything from my accident, it’s that life is too short. We’ve got something here. We’ve had it all along, and I’m willing to fight for it. The question is... are you?”
Antonia
“Morning.”
“Good morning.” I opened the door, and Preacher smiled when he saw that I was wearing one of Weston’s t-shirts and a pair of his socks. “Looks like you’ve made yourself right at home.”
“I was just making some breakfast. Come on in, and I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
I tugged at the hem of the t-shirt, praying it was covering my backside as I made my way back over to the stove. “Are you hungry? I could fix you a plate.”
“No need in that.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
“Don’t be silly. There’s plenty.”
“You should listen to her. She makes some mean bacon biscuits.”
“Is that right?” Preacher turned, and his eyes widened when he saw Weston standing in the doorway with only his cane for support. “What the hell? When did that happen?”
“I told you I was doing better.”
“But you didn’t say you were doing this much better.” Preacher looked like he was about to burst with pride. “You’re not even using your walker.”
“He’s been pushing himself really hard.” I stepped over and grabbed a jacket, quickly covering myself. “I’m just worried it’s too hard.”
“You didn’t think it was too hard last night.”
“Weston,” I gasped. “Your father is right there.”
“Yeah, I see him,” Wes smirked. “Jess has me down for some more tests this morning, but things are looking good.”
“That’s great to hear.” Preacher couldn’t take his eyes off him as Wes made his way over to the table and carefully sat down. “What time do you have to be there for the tests?”
“In about an hour.”
“You need me to run you over?”
“Nah. Skid’s coming.”
I filled both plates with eggs, bacon, and fresh-out-of-the-oven biscuits, then carried them over to the table. As I sat it down in front of them, I told them, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to change.”
They both gave a quick nod, then dove into their breakfast. I darted into the bedroom and threw on a pair of sweats. I pulled my hair up into a quick bun before returning to the kitchen. I went over to the stove and had just started making myself a plate when the front door opened, and someone called out, “Memphis!”
“In the kitchen!” Weston replied.
Seconds later, one of Weston’s brothers walked in with a young girl by his side. I’d never seen him before. His shaggy hair fell into his dark eyes, giving him a rugged, untamed look, and the young girl next to him was four or five and his spitting image. They had the same freckles on the bridges of their noses and the same dark hair.