Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I seize on to his shaft, my body seeking to milk every drop of his seed as he sprays inside me, basking in the ferocious heat and wondrous bliss created by the connection of our bodies. And finally, I collapse forward into the cushions and Tyson lands on top of me, all of his heft and muscle pressing the air from my lungs.
I laugh at just how enormous he is and shift to the side to catch my breath.
It may not have been a marathon, but it didn’t take more than a sprint for him to have completely ravaged me.
“What are you giggling about?” he asks.
“You,” I reply. “You’re like one enormous slab of muscle on my back.”
He chuckles, running his fingers through my hair. “That’s the strangest compliment anyone’s ever paid me.”
“Trust me. It’s a good one.”
I can’t sleep at all. The stars are simply shining too brightly now that the clouds are all gone and I can see the sky for the first time since being lost out here. It’s like thousands and thousands of spotlights all shining down on me.
I stand naked by the window, my eyes drawn to those countless shining globes above. Is it the heavens I’m looking up at now? You can’t see them from Manhattan. They’re all blacked out by the lights of the city. As I stand there, I can’t help but feel as though that’s some kind of metaphor that goes hand in hand with my life.
I turn and look back at Tyson, sound asleep in bed, the beautifully sculpted muscles of his back poking out from beneath the covers. Happiness. I could definitely find happiness here.
A smile is crossing my face when I hear something downstairs. It sounds like scratching, and immediately my first thought is the bear has come back to finish me off. But then I realize the sound is too faint to be a bear.
I’m this close to waking up Tyson, but I don’t want to be that overreactive woman who freaks out over every little thing she hears in the night and wakes up the man while he’s trying to sleep. So I throw on my pants and slip into one of Tyson’s t-shirts and head downstairs.
The sound is louder when I reach the living room. It definitely sounds like either a person or an animal trying to get in the front door, and that’s not good. I need to wake up Tyson. I’m just about to turn and head back upstairs when I hear a key slide into the lock and turn.
The door opens, and a gorgeous blonde with model-like good looks steps into the cabin, looking like she was just hired for a hiking gear photoshoot. I take a step back as she eyeballs me up and down.
“Hi there, who are you?”
I don’t know why I answer, but I simply reply, “I–I’m Penny.”
“Hi, Penny. I’m Gracie, Tyson’s wife.”
She smiles.
My jaw drops.
And my heart breaks.
11
TYSON
I’m woken up by the sounds of Penny shouting from downstairs. I blink several times and look around to see that yep, she’s not in the bedroom, and quickly throw on some pants and rush down to the living room to find probably the worst scenario I could possibly imagine.
Penny standing in front of Gracie.
“Whoa,” I say. “Gracie? What are you doing here?”
Penny’s eyes well up with years. “So it’s true.”
The next second, she’s out the door, running as fast as she can. I glare at Gracie. “What have you done!?”
I sprint after Penny, who is already nearing the treeline. She’s running fast, and without shoes.
“Penny, stop!” I shout after her, but it’s like she doesn’t even hear me. If anything, my words simply spur her on faster. Too bad for her, she can’t outrun me.
I catch up with her once we’ve entered the pines. I scoop her up in my arms. She kicks and thrashes against me and the hold I have on her. “Penny, relax!” I try not to shout as I wrestle with her in an attempt to keep her from breaking my nose with one of her wild elbows she’s throwing. “Relax!”
“Your wife!” she yelps. “I should have known!”
“It’s not what you think!”
“Let me go!” she cries out.
“You know I can’t do that.” I can feel her pain as though it were mine as she continues to fight against me. In this moment she hates me. She feels betrayed. And she has every right to. “You have to let me explain, Penny.”
“Explain what?” she asks. “That you’ve been married this entire time? And you’ve been cheating on your wife with me? That you’ve made me your mistress?”
Gracie’s voice rings out behind me, echoing through the woods. “Tyson! You get back here right now!”
I glance behind me and see her silhouette racing through the trees toward us. Gripping Penny firmly by the arms, I hold her at arm’s length and stare deeply into her eyes, doing my best to communicate honesty, integrity, and love.