Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Gabe, we have to get ready.” I pull away, but he holds me steady. My own hips were in on the action. My core is soaking with need, my nipples aching to feel his chest hair against them. Damn, adulting really does suck.
“Fuck, I hate leaving you like this, all warm and wet. My dick is hard and aching for you.” He doesn’t let me go. He’s relentless in holding me in his grasp. “You good, Carsynn? That was a lot to off-load. I’m not going to leave you raw, baby.”
“I’m good, great even. Thank you for listening to me. It was needed. I’m going to get dressed. We’ll go see Bernie first. Then you can go off to do your saving the townspeople of Plaine Hill. No saving damsels in distress, though. Save that for me.” His lips tilt. My newfound confidence is bolstered, and I’m sure a lot of that is for the big guy in front of me.
“Damn straight. You’re the only one I need, Carsynn. Glad you’re seeing that, fairy.” He lays another kiss on my lips. I smile through it, completely and totally happy. He stands up without so much as a huff of breath, my legs wrapping around his hips again, and he’s carrying me to his bedroom, where I know we won’t finish what he started. I’m okay with that. I’m happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I saved myself by leaving that day, coming to Plaine Hill, starting over, and even though I’ll be doing it again, at least this time, I have my big guy holding my hand along the way.
19
GABE
“Boyo, Carsynn, you two are a sight for sore eyes for this old man.” Gramps meets us on the front porch in a flannel and a pair of jeans, no fucking shoes on his feet. I swear to God he’s going to be the reason I go prematurely gray.
“How are you doing, Mr. Bernie?” Carsynn and I walk up the steps. My hand holds open the storm door, trying to get Gramps in the house where it’s warm. Just because the snow isn’t falling doesn’t mean it’s not cold out here. Shit, even my woman doesn’t have the appropriate clothes for this type of weather. She’s currently wearing her warmest clothes, which isn’t much. We stopped at her apartment to grab a thermal, sweatshirt, and jacket, but it still wasn’t enough, so we came back to my house, where she put on a pair of my thermal socks, one of my jackets that was too big but covers up most of her body, and a thick hat. Carsynn thought it was overkill at first, until she stepped outside after leaving my garage, where the truck was heated before we left. Her teeth instantly chattered once she was out in the open air, and her tune changed on borrowing my clothes.
“Good. Bored to death. Never lost power this time, though,” Gramps boasts. Usually the wind blows, a little ice hits the power lines, and he’s without for days on end. This latest storm wasn’t a doozy like most can be. It came as fast as it left. Though, it being this early in the season means we’re going to have a cold-as-fuck winter with a shit ton of storms.
“Well, at least it’s over,” Carsynn says. I’m pretty much chopped liver right now. Carsynn and Gramps hug for a moment, then he guides her inside, something I’ve been trying to do since we walked up the steps. Maybe I can get my woman to talk some sense into him about his lack of footwear. Damn man acts like we live on the beach in Florida.
“For now,” I tell her, following the two people on this earth I’d give everything up for.
“Why did I think New Hampshire was such a great place to live?” She laughs, but I can hear an edge to her tone. Fuck, I’m going to have to get her behind the wheel soon, or she’s never going to be comfortable driving again. I haven’t brought up the fact there’s a spare vehicle she’ll be using. I’m going to take care of a few things first before I head to the shop, where I’ve got an SUV in the yard with four-wheel drive, tires that aren’t bald, and it’s newer. The problem will be Carsynn accepting the damn thing without paying me.
“I think you landed right where you were meant to be, sweet pea. Now, tell me what you two lovebirds have been getting into while we were snowed in for three days.” He disentangles from my fairy, and I step in to help her take off my jacket. I see the look he tosses over his shoulder as he continues to walk toward the kitchen. I know the look, seen it more than a few times in my thirty-two- years. He’s ticked about what she’s wearing beneath my jacket. I nod.