Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Isaac and I didn’t exchange a word. I stared out my window while thoughts of the torrid affair replayed on a long loop. I stiffened for a second when Isaac’s hand touched my leg. He had it under his dad’s jacket.
I inspected his parents before sliding my gaze to him, but he didn’t look at me. He looked straight ahead, face neutral like a soldier at attention. I tucked my hand beneath the jacket too, and Isaac interlaced his fingers with mine. Heat spread along my skin. I liked how little my hand felt in his. The rough callouses. The warmth.
The allure of the forbidden.
Was that it?
Was that why Mr. Cory had an affair?
I knew most of the lessons from the Bible. And sin always seemed to accompany temptation.
When desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin.
Was I any different than Mr. Cory?
Sure, I wasn’t married to Matt, but we were together. And I was holding his brother’s hand in secrecy. Isaac had touched me intimately, and I had let him.
My thoughts were impure.
I was a sinner.
But … we were all sinners. Right?
For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard.
The Bible also said that through Christ Jesus, God freed us from the penalty of our sins.
Was I twisting God’s words? Maybe.
But wasn’t that basically what all religions did? Came up with their own interpretations of the Bible to suit their lives—to condemn those they wanted to condemn and condone the acts they valued?
Isaac released my hand when we pulled into their drive.
“Isaac, why don't you and Sarah check on your brother while your father and I feed the cats and grab the salad,” Violet suggested.
I didn’t wait for Isaac to open my door. Instead, I hightailed it toward their porch, deposited my shoes at the entry, and tiptoed up the stairs.
Matt’s door was cracked open, and he was curled up in bed with his back to me. The floor creaked when I stepped into his room.
I hated creaky floors.
Matt rolled in my direction. “Sarah,” he whispered. “Don’t come too close.”
I stopped halfway to the bed and opened my mouth to speak, but Isaac appeared behind me, spewing his less-than-sympathetic words first.
“Are you going to die?” he asked.
“I wish,” Matt mumbled. He was pale, his voice weak, and his eyelids barely opened.
“We’re going to Sarah’s house for lunch. Do you need anything?” Isaac asked.
“No,” Matt whispered.
“Feel better, okay?” I said to Matt.
He grunted, “I’m trying.”
I frowned, wishing there was more that I could do, but Isaac pinched my dress at the back of my waist and gave it a little tug, so I turned and followed him out of the room, closing Matt’s door behind me.
I stepped toward the stairs, but Isaac wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me into his room so quickly that I gasped.
“What are you—”
He hid us behind the door and kissed me with his hands cupping my head and his tongue sliding against mine. I grabbed his forearms to steady myself. When he released my mouth, it was only for a breath before he kissed me again.
I liked kissing my boyfriend’s brother.
I liked his hands on my face.
I liked the confidence with which he kissed me.
I liked how my thoughts vanished, and that voice of common sense was silenced.
Again, he released my mouth, and he stared at me with those intense dark eyes while the pad of his thumb traced my bottom lip. He held my gaze as though it were his hostage as his hands unbuttoned the top of my blue sundress. Just three buttons.
Isaac dipped his head like he’d done at the rodeo and kissed the swell of my breast where his name had been.
I swallowed hard to suppress a moan.
Matt was in the other room—less than twenty feet away.
His parents were downstairs.
This is SO wrong …
But I couldn’t utter a single word in protest, not when he went a step further than he’d gone before, sliding the cup of my bra out of his way and sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.
Oh god … I mean gosh … darn … FUCK!
It felt incredible.
If the rest of his family couldn’t hear my heart thundering in my chest, then they were deaf. I brushed a hand along his head, curling my fingers, but his hair was too short. I couldn’t pull him away, but I really didn’t want to because it. Felt. Too. Good.
It felt good everywhere.
We were going to get caught. Isaac was taking his sweet time, and I didn’t want him to stop, but I also didn’t want my life to implode that way.
As if he read my thoughts, Isaac adjusted my bra and buttoned my blouse. “You’re blushing, Sunday Morning,” he whispered.
I scowled at him. Was he trying to get me in trouble?
Isaac planted his face next to mine, lips at my ear. “I love seeing you flushed, breathless, and I imagine … wet.” He gathered the skirt of my dress in his hands and slid his middle finger along the crotch of my underwear on the outside.