Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“You’re good. I’ve got you,” Amos says into my ear, cradling my body, cushioning the blow as I land on his lap, ass to groin. And he may not make the slightest noise in the way of words, but his deep inhale of breath tells me I’ve hit the jackpot.
“I’m so sorry.” I scramble to move away from him, doing more harm than good as I wiggle in his lap.
“Settle down.” Amos’ arms wrap around my waist, holding me still. He can’t mean that, not when I can clearly feel him thicken against my ass.
“Oh,” is the only word I’m able to get out of my mouth. Why, oh why would Sienna so much as suggest I spend the next three to five days with her brother? Oh, that’s right, because my best friend thinks I deserve to find a man like hers, and with the limited options in Arrowleaf and surrounding areas, she’s set her sights on Amos for me. Does Amos make me feel like I’ve never felt before? Yes. Do I think I have a chance in hell with him? No. Okay, fine, I might have thought that before, but his hard dick rapidly growing beneath me now has me questioning if it was only me who felt a spark weeks ago when we touched.
“You good?” His breath sliding along the shell of my ear causes goose bumps to pebble along my flesh in its wake.
“Um, yeah,” I stammer out.
“Alright, we’ll get up together. I’ll grab your bag, finish getting everything ready, and we’ll head out before it gets too late.” Amos doesn’t expect an answer. Every word he spoke, he did it while keeping ahold of me the entire time.
TWO
AMOS
Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t get my heart to stop trying to jump out of my chest. I was already on my way up to the house after seeing Genevieve pull down the drive and sit in her vehicle for longer than I thought possible. But instead of going straight to her, I gave her space. It wasn’t until I noticed she had her hands full that I abandoned tinkering with shit I didn’t even need to work on. Anything to keep me busy and keep my hands to myself. The last time I had her in my sights, it took everything in me to walk away.
As I helped her down to the truck and trailer, I steadied her the entire way with my hand on the small of her back, doing my best not to take us into the house, strip her bare, and let her see exactly what she’s doing to me. Fuck, my cock is going to have a permanent impression of the zipper with the way the day is starting off. Genevieve slips off to the barn, requesting to use the restroom before she gets in the truck. I stow her luggage in the back seat, then watch as she heads into the barn while leaning against the truck, an ear out in case she gets lost or loses her footing again. Which reminds me—I’m going to have to look at fixing the walkway from the house to the barn. If Genevieve can fall walking, who’s to say nobody else can? And the way the women around here are getting pregnant, coming and going as they please with their girls’ nights out, they could land anywhere. My place included. Sienna sometimes offers up our place, says there are fewer people in and out to disturb their chattering, plus it’s not like I’m dating, working like I do. My sister’s words, verbatim. The brat. She’s lucky I love her.
“Were you waiting on me?” The redheaded beauty walks out of the dimly lit doorway. I’ve shut most everything down at the ranch, keeping it easy for Trey and Sienna to maintain. Horses, cows, and bison are the only animals they’ll have to take care of, unless my sister decides to pick up a stray and drop it off here. Though, she’s been doing a lot of that since moving in with Trey. A good thing, too, because when she’s over here, it’s to pester the shit out of me and asking when I’m going to settle down. Then dropping subtle hints, which weren’t needed in the first place, and now we’re here.
“Still got a couple of things to do. Just taking a break.” Truth be told, I got so invested in watching Genevieve walk away, here I stood, and here I’m still standing. The soft sway of her hips, her heart-shaped ass, thick thighs, and hair pulled up in some kind of crazy bun half of the damn population wears. Except I never did pay a lick of attention until Genny. Every time she’s near, I have to avert my eyes and tell my dick to keep it in his pants. Who the fuck am I kidding? My cock has been rubbed raw recently with how hard I’ve been jacking my junk.