Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I can imagine all of it so clearly. Maybe she’s why I survived. Maybe I was meant to be her soulmate. I’ll be the best husband and father. I’ll never take her for granted. I’ll make sure she wants for nothing and that all of her dreams come true.
As soon as she’s awake tomorrow morning, I’ll sit her down and calmly explain that she’s never leaving my side. I’m keeping her forever.
Chapter 3
Thea
The next morning when I wake up, I’m disoriented for a moment before I remember last night. I remember Jasper and how he rolled me underneath his body three more times to take me throughout the night.
I reach for him, but his side of the bed is cold. I frown and push myself to a sitting position. All of my muscles protest, and I remember with a blush the way he put me on all fours and plowed into me from behind. The entire time he was thrusting, he was saying the filthiest things, and I loved every minute of it.
When I see it’s late in the morning, I reluctantly leave the bed. My toes scrunch automatically against the cold floors as I pad my way to the bathroom.
I finger-brush my teeth and take a quick shower. When I’m done, I go into his closet. I have a suitcase filled with tight sheath dresses in my rental car, but I grab one of his faded flannel shirts. It hangs on me like a loose dress, but the worn cotton is comforting against my skin. The thought that I’m wearing something that belongs to him makes my sore nipples pebble against the fabric.
I wonder what he’ll do when he sees me in it later. Will he rip open the front, buttons popping, and take me up against the nearest surface? My core clenches at the thought. Every time he touches me, he’s the right blend of gentle and rough. He always seems to know what I want before I do.
After I’m dressed, I grab my heels and my purse before I pad into his living room. He’s not here either. But in the kitchen, I find a note on the counter next to a freshly baked pie.
Thea,
I’m outside chopping wood. Have a piece of pie while you wait for me. You’ll need your strength for the filthy things I have planned for you.
Jasper
I chuckle at the note and cut myself a generous slice of his cherry pie. The crust is flaky and melts in my mouth when it hits my tongue. The cherry filling is the right mix of tart and sweet to leave me groaning. Even his desserts are delicious.
As I make my way through my new favorite breakfast food, I think about my upcoming week. I could push out my commitments for another day. Maybe even a few days before I’m needed back in my office. Most of my work could technically be done here.
Would Jasper like that? Would he like it if I hung around for a few days? Maybe I could watch him bake another one of these pies, see him chop some wood, and get to know more about him.
My phone rings, and I answer it when I see my assistant’s name on it.
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” Skye says in a soft voice. She speaks so quietly that sometimes I have to strain to catch what she says. “You have the meeting with the lawyer about your mom’s estate this afternoon.”
The pie in my mouth suddenly tastes like ash and I force myself to swallow the bite. “I forgot that was today.”
“You requested the meeting on New Year’s Day,” she prompts.
I wanted the whole thing done. I still want this over. I’ve been away from her seven years and last month, I got the call I hadn’t expected.
She died and as her last living relative, I have to figure out how to navigate her estate. Her “estate” being nothing more than a double-wide filled with cigarette butts on a piece of swampy land in the middle of Georgia.
“I was delayed by Zac’s wedding,” I explain, not willing to tell her I got delayed by the best man who pinned me down and ate out my pussy like it was his new favorite dessert. Four times. “I’ll be on the road within an hour. I’ll call you then.”
When I hang up the phone, I look around Jasper’s cabin. For some inexplicable reason, grief bubbles to the surface. Not for my mom. I already accepted that we were never going to be close a long time ago. But for leaving Jasper.
Eventually, he’d tire of me too. He’d decide I’m too much, and well, he’s the kind of guy who could break a girl’s heart. It’s better if I leave now so I grab his note and scribble one back to him.