Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
And something tells me I’m gonna need it.
The urge to help myself out and this blistering hard-on is overwhelming. And if I wasn’t a big guy parked in a truck on a suburban street, I’d probably have done that already.
But there’s something else—the need to save it for Bridget.
For us and the family we’ll make.
That one thing I know will show her I’m a forever guy, kids and lots of ‘em.
The night passes quickly with thoughts like this, planning out in my mind the kind of life I know I can give Bridget and our little ones.
I’m almost more excited about the idea once the reddish light of dawn creeps through the dark. The sunrise brings the whole neighborhood to life in a slow, sleepy way as people get up and get ready to do it all over again.
Bridget’s bedroom window lights up, and it isn’t long before the little household is a hive of activity. It’s still dark enough to make out her stunning figure as she moves from room to room.
But there’s a sudden commotion from inside, and even once I put my window down, I still can’t tell if it’s an excited commotion or an angry one.
Or maybe it’s a bit of both.
As the street’s driveways empty with people off to work again, I see her dad’s car and finally her Mom’s leave. But I can’t see if Bridget’s with either of them. And I can’t follow two cars at once either.
But I feel her close.
She’s home alone. I just know she is.
My phone, which has been strangely silent, hums with a private number calling. I answer this early in the morning, and out of sheer habit. The pure relief when I hear Bridget’s shy, even nervous voice, once I pick up, makes it feel like I haven’t spent the night waiting in vain.
“Ummm…Ash? It’s Bridget…from the fire yesterday,” she practically gasps. Her breath, shivering with an apprehension I thought we’d gotten rid of the second I caught her.
But I’m surprised to hear my own voice answer her. Deep and firm, in control. Not the voice of a guy parked out in the back of her house all night thinking about her.
“Hi Bridget,” I reply, “How are you feeling? I came by yesterday, and your Mom…,” I start, but she cuts in.
“I’m sooo sorry about this, Ash. My Mom took your card, but I only found it this morning. She didn’t tell me…,” she says, breaking off. Her voice is suddenly thick with emotion. “I just…I’m sorry I took off yesterday, Ash. And I’m sorry you had to deal with my Mom.”
There’s a long silence, and my phone creaks in my hand as I grip it tighter.
Hearing her so upset and so close but so far away.
It’s more than I can take.
“I’m not far from your place,” I let her know. “I could come around. If that’s what you want?” I suggest. Abandoning my soft approach.
There’s no way I could stand another night in my truck without seeing her again.
“Really?” she squeaks, sounding as relieved as I feel but also a little unsure of herself still.
“I think that’s…but my Mom will be back home anytime,” she groans. Her hesitation is only fueled by frustration.
“I’m literally around the corner,” I tell her, fingering my keys in the ignition.
Eager to get to her as soon as I can.
“Never mind your Mom,” I rasp. “I need to see you, Bridget,” I confess. All my energy focuses on making sure I say it in a way that removes any doubt from her mind.
Her own reply sounds just as urgent and intense as I’d hoped it would.
She knows what I have for her…and a night to think it over must’ve led her to the same conclusions I’ve reached.
That we belong together, not apart.
Not even for one more minute.
“I’ll get dressed,” she says quickly, sounding like the breath is being sucked out of her as I hear her moving around.
No need for that. I plan on having you naked and in my arms as soon as I can.
But I only grunt a reply, hanging up once she does and starting my truck, driving it all the way around her block before parking out front.
The bulge of my own arousal in my pants, and the glazed and unshaven look of a guy who’s spent the night in his truck, doesn’t bother me as I take long, firm steps to her front door.
The door she swings open wide before I even knock, and we stand in front of one another, breathless already. Her chest heaving with excitement.
The thin crop top she has on barely covers her ample chest.
Her stiff, pebbled nipples wish me and my throbbing length a good morning as my eyes move over her.
A low and uncontrollable growl comes from me once I see her eyes settle on my obvious and very stiff erection.