Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Gentlemen flirt, don’t they?
Moving out of the entryway, I lean against the wall next to it and watch as she approaches Delmar. “He’s beautiful,” she breathes as she approaches him just the same as she did the foal. Hand held out to greet, allowing the horse to accept her before petting him. It takes no time at all, which is proof enough for me that she’s excellent with horses. He’s not the type of horse that cares for strangers at all. “What’s his name?”
“Delmar. It means of the sea,” I tell her, folding my arms.
Her eyes dance about before a smile brightens up her face. “Like you and your surfing days?”
“Exactly that,” I chuckle. The two continue to get acquainted before I add on, “You’ve passed the test. Delmar is a bit fickle with people. Can’t tell you the last time he let anyone new near him.”
“Horses pick up on feelings,” Luce explains. “I might be an anxious mess, but they don’t mind. What they do mind are people with bad intentions, or their hearts not being in it.” She glances behind me, where Anders is already out of sight. “Who wants to have people around them when the people don’t want to be there? It’s awkward and uncomfortable. Like being in a crowded DMV.”
My head cocks to the side and eyes narrow as my smirk grows into a grin. “Very interesting analogy, Miss Normandy.”
“Oh please, we’ve already sucked face. Call me Luce,” she blurts out in the same fashion she did many things the other day.
“What are we? In high school? That’s the last time I heard someone use the term suck face.”
She shrugs and looks over to me, indicating whatever she’s about to say is calculated. “It came back around, but that would have been after your time.”
I’m chuckling before she’s even finished. I know it’s a joke at my expense, and it’s about the most charming thing that’s happened to me my entire life. Is this real or do I just have it that bad for her? I’m not really sure I know or care which is which.
“For the record, Miss Normandy, I was being flirtatious,” I clarify. “Not polite.”
Luce’s eyes search the ground before shooting back up to me. “So am I?” she replies, though she sounds unsure of it herself. She’s just trying to recover from the conversational position she landed herself in.
I raise a brow at her. “Are you really? I thought you were upset with me. Not calling or texting, remember?”
“I am… I was,” Luce mutters, her posture shifting.
“How is it that you’ve already gotten over it, then?” I challenge. I’m laying on the flirting thick, but my heart is skipping beats. Is it possible she’s just as suckered for me as I already am for her? What would this all mean? It feels insane…
Luce shrugs and lifts her eyes to shyly look at mine. “You said you would make it up to me. I’m giving you that chance.”
I’m biting the inside of my lip, my cock throbbing at just the idea of all the ways I could ‘make it up to her’. “Then, come over here and let me take that chance.”
Chapter Five
Luce
My heart is thumping in my ears so loudly it’s nearly enough to drown out the same incessant thoughts I had the other day, when we kissed at my car. No matter how much my mind tries to tease me that there isn’t any way someone like him could like me, the thoughts are at odds with what I’m experiencing.
With palms already turning clammy and my breath shallowing, I take the few steps that separate the two of us. There are a thousand things that he could mean by ‘make it up to me’, but there’s only one that matches the look in his eyes. My semblance of stubbornness challenges me to not give in to it, that it’s potentially shallow and meaningless, that I’ve never been one for indulging in carnal desires that had no meaning.
But why should I care? Why shouldn’t I live a little? Why should I listen to the quiet, nagging little voice in the back of my head that’s at odds with the rest of my heart and body, begging me to give in and indulge in him?
I’ve sealed my fate. I want him, there is no denying it. When my feet are finally in front of his, our shoes touching at the tips, Rupert smirks and his hands grip my hips and pull me in to him. It’s the spark that ignited the fire of desire in the both of us, it seems. As it only takes a moment for us to be connected by the lips and for hands to venture. My mind doesn’t know whether to describe it as electric, magnetic, or cosmic.