Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“You’re right, but it’s not going to stop me from sleeping next to you. Hell, the last time, you slept on top of me.” I’m in my boxer briefs. She’s in my shirt she found in the bottom of Montgomery’s closet and a pair of panties. It seems she likes my clothes more than her own, which is more than fine with me. She looks better in them than I do. Plus, I get the perks of an easy access, to hold on to her, skin on fucking skin.
“Don’t act like it’s a hardship.” She hitches her leg over my hip. My hand slides down her back to the end of her shirt, bunching up the fabric so I can get my hands on her body.
“Not at fucking all. Though next time, we’re at my place.” Her cold foot hits the inside of my legs, causing me to hiss out a breath. Not like I’ve got much room to move anywhere else. We’re in a queen-size bed. My six-foot-plus frame is a joke. Another inch or two, and I’d be hanging off the mattress.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’ve had an awful lot of fantasies with you here in my bedroom and in this very bed.” She wiggles closer to me, the seam of her pussy against my body. My hand wanders further down the length of hers.
“Where’s your head at, butterfly?” I ask. If we’re going to dig into the two of us, I want to make sure she won’t have any damn regrets. She’s been quiet. Nothing like the catatonic state one would be after all the shit she’s been through. More like in a in her own head, trying to pick every puzzle piece apart.
“I’d be a lot better if you’d quit holding back.” My cock can only take so much, and I’m about at my wit’s end with doing what she’s accused me of, but first, I need to make sure she understands what’s happening between us.
“Don’t evade my question, and then we’ll talk about exactly what you did in this room while thinking about me.” I groan as her hand slides along my abdomen, fingertips soft, delicate, and all Tulsa Rose.
“I’m okay. While it opened a wound, it also healed a big part of my heart. Thank you for reading your letting beside me.” After we got up from the floor, we talked about what Mont had to say. She didn’t need the words; it’s been a long time coming. Tulsa Rose has been mine since the moment she hit six-fucking-teen. There wasn’t a boy or man in Orange Blossom who wasn’t aware of it. Same went for Alabama. The weekends I was there, any fucker who was sniffing around her was run off with one look. Seeing a six-foot-plus, solid two-hundred-and-thirty-pound man will do that to the little city boys who work out in their air-conditioned gym.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Now that I know your head is clear, I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. We lost ten years to our foolish pride. You’re twenty-seven; I’m thirty-seven. We’re not going another ten years where you’re somewhere without me. You understand the reason behind why Mont wanted me to do what I did. It ripped my heart out of my chest to push you away, but I’d do it again, and I know that pisses you off. You, Tulsa Rose, deserved to chase after your dreams, then, after you conquered the world, come home to me and Orange Blossom. You’re home now. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for. Maybe you understand, maybe you don’t, butterfly, so I’m going to lay it out plain and fucking simple. I’m staking my claim. Forever.”
“I’m glad you and Montgomery knew what I wanted, which was being with you in whatever capacity I could have you. If you ever try to send me away again for this hero bullshit, I will knee you in the balls so hard, kids will be an issue, and that’d be a damn shame because I want at least four. That being said, you deserve to know that I’m sorry for being so mean, and by doing so, I want you to read the letter I wrote. I understand you didn’t want anything to do with me. I was a complete bitch.” The light is still lit on her side of the bed. Tulsa rolls over, getting out of the bed while giving me a view of her ass. The preference of her wearing a tiny thong does nothing to stop the ache in my cock. She may not know it, but I’m going to get a taste of her tonight.
“I never got a letter. Not sure what happened, but I assure you I would have at least read it.” I move to sit up, my back against the headboard as she bends over, digging through a box. I don’t give a fuck about a letter. We both made mistakes, but it’s over and done with. A fresh start is all that matters to me, but if this is what she needs, this is what she’ll get.