Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
There are plenty of people who would do so. Specifically, that douche Mark Lucas. He’s been after me for a date ever since Garrett left for college, but I wouldn’t give him the time of day. Fuck that. I know for a fucking fact that Garret is the only man I could ever be with. No other man is good enough for me. I am fully prepared to be alone forever. Just because I broke up with Garrett doesn’t mean I stopped loving him. I’ll never stop loving him. He ruined me the second he walked up to me on the playground all those years ago. I idolized him, and eventually, it turned into more. So much more. We were inseparable. Now that he’s home, he’s going to hate me for keeping his daughter away from him. He won’t care that I was doing it for his own good. What’s even worse, I got his parents and his sister to keep my secret too. I didn’t deny them access to their granddaughter and niece, but I begged them to keep it to themselves. In the end, they didn’t want him to give up his dreams any more than I did. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Frankie is sleeping in the room down the hall, so I am not surprised when my bedroom door bursts open.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, in a sing-songy voice.
“I was just about to ask you that.” A deep, masculine voice that I know so well reaches my ears. My eyes pop open, and I see him. Backlit from the hall light, he looks amazing. I gasp as he comes closer to me.
“G?” I ask, more than shocked that he’s in my room again after all this time.
“In the flesh. Miss me?”
“Yes,” I reply honestly. What’s the point in lying? I did miss him. I missed him with every breath I took.
“Good,” he says before striding toward me, taking his shirt off as he does. For the first time in four years, my pussy perks up. He picks me from the rocking chair I’m in and pulls me into his arms. His lips are hard and unyielding as they take mine. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth. When I moan, he deepens the kiss. It feels like no time has passed, but I know the difference. I squeal when he lifts me up and drapes me over his shoulder. My skirt rides up, and his hands rest high on my thighs to keep me in place. He takes a few steps and then drops me on my bed and starts to take my shoes off. I just got off work about an hour ago, but I didn’t change into my pajamas like I usually do. Instead, I checked on Frankie, who has been in bed for hours. I work at a restaurant in Tulsa as a hostess. My three to eleven shift ends up being more like two to midnight with the drive time, so Frankie’s bedtime routine usually falls on my dad or Kristina. Occasionally, Frank and Donna handle it. I am blessed to have them, really.
“Garrett, wait, please,” I cry, thinking that I should tell him he’s a daddy before he fucks me again. I don’t want him to hate me more than he’s already going to.
“If you’re going to tell me that you belong to someone else, fucking save it. It doesn’t fucking matter. You were mine first.”
“No. Never," I say adamantly. "It’s not that. It’s something else.”
“Then it can wait,” he says as he moves to the other shoe. Then he slides his hands up my legs and pulls my skirt down. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, sweetness.”
I smile up at him. It’s all I can do as he pulls my shirt over my head.
“Me too,” I moan as his lips find my nipple.
God, please don’t let him hate me. I love him more than there are stars in the sky. I need him back in my life and in Frankie’s. It was stupid as hell to think I didn’t.
CHAPTER THREE
Garrett
This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came here. I swear I was just going to talk to her, but then I saw her, and all bets were off. I could hear her crying as I approached her door. I opened the door without knocking and saw her sitting in a rocking chair that wasn’t there before. Also gone are all the One Direction and Jonas Brothers posters. Her room is now painted a mint green color and accented with white furniture. When I have her naked, under me again, I waste no time. She’s fuller, rounder than I remember, but she’s even more beautiful. Her nipple responds to me just like I remember, though. I move to the other one and give it the same treatment before moving up her body and kissing her again.