Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Finally we pull up to the winery, a slew of cars parked outside, the stone building done up with sparkly lights. I feel like we’ve arrived in so many more ways than one.
I unbuckle my belt and twist in my seat to look at her, taking her hand in mine.
Her hand that’s mine.
I stare at it for a moment, sliding my thumb over the faint hairs, her porcelain skin, her hand that feels nothing other than perfect when I hold it.
I feel like there’s a sunrise in my chest, burning hot, while everything about the world is brighter and anew.
I swallow thickly. “I hope you realize that the last place I want to be is at this party. I want you in my bed, and I want to pleasure you until dawn, hard, long, fast, it doesn’t matter, but that’s all I want to do for a very long time. But because this matters to you, I’m going inside. We’re going to make the rounds, say hello, maybe have a drink and a dance and then this thing” —I bang the steering wheel with my free hand— “is turning into a pumpkin and I’m taking you away. Got it?”
She grins at me, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you get forceful?” she coos.
I can feel the blood rushing to my cock. “No. Why did you have to tell me now?”
Her eyes twinkle slyly as she reaches over and rubs her hand along the length of my erection.
I groan sharply and go to press her hand into me harder.
But she gives me a wink.
“Come on,” she says.
And quickly gets out of the car.
Damn it.
CHAPTER 20
Amanda
Iwas completely nervous about the party up until about ten minutes ago. Which was good because if my nerves kept up like that, I could totally see myself having another Sir-Pukes-a-Lot moment in front of these people, which would pretty much seal my fate as that girl that is literally always vomiting (or chundering, as Blake calls it).
But now, now everything is different. Everything has changed. My nerves are dancing for an entirely different reason.
When Blake first mentioned Rachel, I could have sworn he was going to say he was going back to her, maybe even going back to England. And no matter how hard I tried to convince myself before that I could handle losing him in that way, the fact is that I couldn’t. It slammed into me like a rock, the very thought that he might still love her, that he might not be mine after all.
But then everything swung around, and in the most adorable, dorky (adorkable?) way, he told me he wanted something more from me. Like, a girlfriend, boyfriend, this is an actual relationship kind of thing. No more just casual sex, no more just writing partners. He wanted more and I…
I didn’t know what to think. I know I’m falling in love with him, that I have been every time I see him, every time I catch the dimples on his cheeks, the gleam in his eye, the way he makes me laugh like no one else in this world. God, he fucking makes me laugh.
Yet committing is scary, especially to someone who spent the better part of his time here sleeping with everyone in town. He’s a manwhore, but I know he was also deeply committed to Rachel, and I’m not quite sure how safe my heart will be in his hands. I know he likes me, and I know everything he’s saying right now is coming from his heart.
But will he mean it later?
That doesn’t really matter though, because every relationship starts off with fears. It’s about a leap of faith and I’m leaping with him just as he’s leaping with me.
My boyfriend.
I hold out my hand for him as we walk toward the steps of the winery, the music and laughter drifting out from inside.
He grasps it in his, looking ever the gentleman in his suit, and he steadies me, giving me strength. In the distance comes the faint hoot of an owl. The moon is low on the vineyards, bathing the rows of grapes in traces of silver, and there’s the fresh scent of lavender rising on the warm breeze.
“We could just stay out here,” he says, looking around wistfully. “Two for two with vineyard sex.”
I want to stay out here too, and yeah, some dirty sex in our fancy duds would be pretty hot. In fact, now I regret coming here at all.
I didn’t really mean to use Blake in the “hey look, I’m with a hot piece of ass right now” way, but at the same time I didn’t think he, of all people, would mind being arm candy. When I got the email from Sarah, she sounded so sweet and happy, and she’d always been that one friend who I should have kept in touch with more. Besides, she had come to every single party that Alan and I had, so it was only fair I attend her engagement party.