Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Finn wraps a proud arm around my shoulders. “Oh, don’t worry, Lex. My girl is ready for Daytona next week. You can get the record book ready.”
His girl. Swoon.
Lexi shakes her head, refuting him. “I don’t have any contacts at Guinness.”
I’m surprised she took him so literally, but nobody else is, and for my part, I don’t have time to dwell on it. The conversation keeps moving at a million miles per hour.
“Scottie, you’re on the cheerleading squad at Dickson?” Wendy asks and I nod.
“Yes.”
“Are you nervous for the competition?” Ty’s wife Rachel questions. “That seems like a crazy amount of pressure.”
“Oh, it is.” A nervous giggle escapes my lungs. “I’ve never been on a stage this big, but I’ve been doing competitive cheerleading my whole life, so I’m hoping it’s prepared me for this.”
“You’re going to do great, Scottie,” Finn says and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I don’t miss the way Willow and Helen watch or the smiles that spread across their faces.
“I can’t wait for the day I get to be a bridesmaid at your wedding,” Willow whispers into my ear, and I just about choke on my garlic bread.
“Slow down, girl.”
My shocked reaction doesn’t faze her in the least. “Mark my words, Scottie. You’re going to be a Hayes one day.”
I know Finn overhears that last comment, but the man doesn’t clam up. He doesn’t look like he wants to run for the hills. He just presses a kiss to my forehead and continues eating his food.
On the outside, I’m playing it cool.
But on the inside, my heart is marking ideal dates on the calendar five to six years from now and scouring the internet for the perfect wedding dress.
Which is totally insane, right?
Wednesday April 9th
Finn
Scottie: Are you awake?
I glance at the clock and see it’s only a little after six in the morning. Ace is sound asleep in his bed, and the room is completely dark because the sun hasn’t even attempted to peek above the horizon.
I scrub a hand down my face and adjust my pillows to rest my back against my headboard.
Scottie left yesterday morning for NCA Nationals in Daytona Beach, Florida. And today is the preliminary round. They are due to step on the mat at three o’clock this afternoon.
Me: I am now. LOL.
Scottie: Ugh. I’m sorry I woke you up. I’m just so nervous, Finn.
Me: I’m glad you woke me up.
Scottie: You’re such a liar. No one would be happy to get woken up at six in the morning in the middle of spring break.
Me: Scottie, I know, in the past, I’ve given you quite the load of bullshit. But I promise you, I will never ever lie to you. Which is why I’ll tell you now that you’re right. I’m tired.
I send a tongue-out crazy emoji so she knows I’m joking.
Scottie: LOL
Me: BUT I’m also happy you woke me up. I wish I were there with you to tell you in person, but since I’m not, I’ll tell you here. You are READY for this competition. Your team IS ready.
Scottie: I’ve never been a part of something this big, though. It’s terrifying.
Me: All valid feelings. But use that nervous energy to your advantage.
Scottie: Okay. Yeah. I know you’re right.
My girl is all up in her nervous feels, and I know exactly what I need to do—give a little fun distraction.
Me: Of course I am, Cheerleader Girl. And I’ll be here to lick your pussy when you come home with the trophy.
Scottie: OMG. FINN.
I know her cheeks are full-on pink at this point, but I also know her perfect little pussy is probably a little wet too. I fucking love it.
Me: Hours, Scottie. I’m going to lick you for hours.
Scottie. FINNNNNNNNNN. STOP IT RIGHT NOW. I can’t compete when I’m horny.
Me: Maybe you should touch my pussy for a little bit, then. I’ll loan it to you since it’s on your body and all. Just enough to take the edge off.
Scottie: You are a bad, bad man.
Me: You bring out the best in me.
Scottie: LOL. You mean I bring out the beast in you.
Me: Same thing. ;)
Scottie: Love you so much. Thank you for knowing exactly what I needed.
Me: Love you too.
I set my phone back on my nightstand, completely ignoring the fact that all the talk about Scottie’s pussy has my cock taking notice, and lie back down on my bed.
I only manage an extra hour of sleep before a new text message notification pulls me back to reality. I figure it’s another text from Scottie, but I’m surprised when I see my brother Remy’s name on the screen.
Remy: You want to go see your girl in Daytona?
Me: What are you saying?
Remy: I’m saying that I pulled some strings, and if you can be at Teterboro Airport in ninety minutes, you can get to Daytona by this afternoon.