Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Tori gripped my biceps, eyes soft and curious and smile slowly fading. “I have a good memory,” she revealed. “A really good one. Just a glance and—”
“How long you been awake, babe?” I interrupted.
Her cheeks heated. “An hour.”
“Yeah.” I pushed her back, slid my hand around her waist, and hoisted her higher up the bed. I crawled over her body and gave her my weight, forearms on the mattress and hips between hers. “Been lookin’ at ’em. Studying ’em. Wantin’ to know me,” I growled.
Her limbs were warm against my back and hips. She pushed her hands through my hair and held it out of my face.
“I took pictures, too,” her soft voice admitted.
My brows hit my hairline.
She watched this happen, pulled in a breath, met my eyes again, and added, “And a short video, which can totally be deleted if you—”
Hand on her cheek, I slid my thumb over her lips and pressed, shutting her up.
“Got a meet this weekend in Cocoa Beach,” I shared. “I want you comin’ with me.”
Tori’s breaths were sharp as I moved my thumb away. I curled my fingers around her jaw.
“Um”—she wet her lips—“where is Cocoa Beach exactly? Is it close?”
“Florida ain’t close unless we’re flying,” I answered. “Flights already booked, but if you’re down and can’t get one last minute, we can drive. We’ll leave Friday and come back Sunday.”
“I can’t go,” she rushed out. Her eyes heavy with sadness. “I, that’s too last minute for me to get coverage. I work all weekend.”
“Can’t ask one of your girls to help you out?”
She shook her head. “No. They’re all either working or have stuff going on,” she explained. “Syd’s taking Brian up to meet her mom. They’re leaving Saturday. And I know Kali doesn’t have a sitter on Sunday ’cause I’m covering for her.” Tori’s fingers tensed in my hair and gave a gentle tug. “I would love to go. Really. I wish I could.”
“I’ll give you enough time for the next one. It’ll happen,” I shared, not wanting her to feel bad for this since she couldn’t help the conditions. They fucking sucked, but she couldn’t help them.
“But you wanted me at this one,” she said, speaking quietly.
“Want you at all of ’em, babe.”
Tori’s lips slowly parted. Eyes searching, she slid her palms to my cheeks, asking, “Why?” on a whisper that sounded fragile and hope-filled and she must’ve heard it, because she blinked and smiled shakily to cover her truth. “I mean, you’re gonna win with or without me, right?” Her voice was confident now. “You always do. Jamie Carter McCade never loses.”
“Never had my woman watchin’ me either,” I returned. “I’ll give you notice and then I’m gettin’ that, babe. And straight up? Pretty sure that’s gonna feel better than a win.”
Her shaky smile vanished. She stared deep into my eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m your woman,” she stated quietly, not questioning it, but as if she was repeating it for herself, hearing it for the first time and letting it settle inside her.
“Yeah, Legs,” I said on a chuckle. “I thought we covered that.”
“I’m your woman because you claimed me.” Her voice was louder. Quicker. Nearly panicked. Her eyes were wider. “You did it months ago. You were coming to Whitecaps to see me. Everyone knew that. They all saw you claiming me. You did it out in public in front of everyone, Jamie. And I”—she shook her head, whispering—“I didn’t do that.”
“You didn’t do what, babe?” I asked, brow furrowed, not understanding what the fuck she was going on about.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered instead of answering me, eyes falling away. “I screwed it up. I didn’t do it right. No one knows I’ve done it. There was no one else on that beach but us. Nobody saw me. Nobody knows.”
She was breathing fast and talking even faster. Tori was straight up freaking out.
“Babe, you need to relax,” I told her.
Her eyes sliced to mine again. “Are you crazy? I can’t relax! I screwed it up!” she shouted.
I flinched, head jerking back. “Screwed what up?”
“You need to take me somewhere,” she ordered, ignoring me. Her voice rough and quick and demanding as her palms pressed firmer to my cheeks. “Somewhere with people, Jamie. Lots of people.”
“Right,” I chuckled. “Get on that first thing tomorrow.” She was fucking nuts.
Tori’s head lifted off the mattress. “That won’t do at all,” she hissed, inches from my face. “We need to take care of this now. It’s urgent.”
“Middle of the night. You forgettin’ that? Where we gonna—”
“It’s urgent!” she cried.
“It can wait, babe. Whatever the fuck it is.”
“No it can’t!” Tori argued. “I need to claim you in front of people and you need to take me someplace where I can do that! I want everyone knowing, Jamie. Everyone. You’re mine and I want them knowing!”