Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He flops onto his back, and we lie side by side in silence for several long moments as we catch our breath. Slater finally turns to me and smiles. I lean over and kiss him lightly, then climb out of the bed as he watches me, his eyes drinking every inch of me, his gaze lingering on the sight of his seed on my body.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“I need a shower,” I say, then add in a sultry tone, “Care to join me, Daddy? Want to get your dirty little girl all clean?”
“Only if I can get you all dirty again.”
“Deal,” I say.
I squeal and laugh as he jumps out of the bed and chases me into the bathroom. And as we embrace, kissing beneath the warm fall of water, my heart swells as I feel more cared for than I ever thought I could be. And in that moment, I realize just how much I love him. How much I’ve always loved him. I want to believe it’s a feeling that’s returned, which is a nice feeling. One I want to hold on to for as long as I can.
Slater was right on that first night we hooked up. This is going to be complicated.
11
SLATER
Itake a moment and admire the car in front of me. Finally. It seems like it’s taken forever, but I’m finally done putting the engine together. My dad’s Mustang is done. Well, internally. It still needs the bodywork and paint done, but the engine is growling like the mean machine it is.
“We’re done, Dad,” I say.
I close the hood and put my tools away, feeling a bit lost now that it’s done. Fixing the Mustang has been such a big part of my life and routine for so long. Now that it’s done, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. Well, actually, I do. As the thought passes through my mind, the heat of desire fills me. But I’m covered in grease and dirt, so I need to take a shower before I call Sierra.
She’s become as big a part of my life as the Mustang. I never imagined things would go this way the day I walked in on her in Derek’s bathroom. Never imagined that the little girl I knew all those years ago would turn into the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about. She’s gotten under my skin in ways I can’t explain.
Love has never been a part of my thinking. Or my life. It’s not something I ever thought would find me. Nor was it something I was actively looking for, either. Whenever I thought about a partner, a list of wants always filled my mind. Derek calls me picky, and maybe I am. But there are just certain things about a person that I click with. Things I’d never found in another person. Things I didn’t think I would ever find. And I’ve been okay with that. Being alone is nothing new for me. It’s not something that bothers me.
Until Sierra.
She opened doors inside of me I didn’t know existed. No, she didn’t just open those doors. She kicked them in. She swept into my life and turned everything inside me upside down, and she did it without even trying. What I’ve realized is that Sierra not only checks off everything on that list I’ve got in my mind, but she’s added things I never knew I wanted, but now, because of her, I can’t live without.
Sierra’s innocence, coupled with that fiery naughty streak, is captivating. Sex with her is beyond incredible. It’s honestly been mind-blowing and shakes me to my core every single time. But more than that, just sitting and talking to her, getting to know her and learning about her life in the years we were apart, has been just as enthralling. Learning how she’s grown up from the little girl I knew into the young woman she is now has been just as enjoyable as the physical things we do together. I have enjoyed getting to know Sierra’s mind and personality.
For the last few days, I’ve been trying to figure out my feelings about Sierra. I’ve come to care about her, certainly. We haven’t been together, if that’s what we’re going to call it, a relatively short time. Weeks really. But the pull I have for her is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. The emotions she stirs in me are more powerful than anything I’ve felt for anybody in my entire life. When I’m with her, I’m in heaven. When I’m not, I’m actively counting down the minutes until I can see her again.
Do I love her? I don’t know. Maybe. I think people use that word a little too freely and use it without knowing what it truly means. People use it so liberally these days, and I feel like it’s lost its meaning. I don’t like that. To me, love is a powerful word. It’s a word loaded with meaning and intent. And it’s a word that should only be used when you truly and honestly mean it. Not as a placeholder and not as a punchline. It’s not a word I will throw about without thinking about the ramifications of using it. The good thing is that we’re not at the point where we need to have that conversation right now. We’ve got time to figure things out.