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)
Yes, I was wet there.
“Fuck …” He groaned, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
My knees trembled as the pad of his finger made tiny circles.
He needed to stop. Where was my voice? Why couldn’t I tell him to stop?
After all, I didn’t like sex. Did Isaac want to be with someone who liked everything except sex? Surely intercourse was his goal.
I bit my lips together to prevent myself from making noise, but my breaths quickened to the point that breathing through my nose made too much noise.
“Stop tempting me,” he whispered.
His hand disappeared as quickly as he did. And I was left adjusting my dress and composing myself. I darted into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my cheeks.
When I made it down the stairs, Violet was putting on her heels at the door. “How’s Matt? Do I need to check on him too?”
“Uh,” I tucked my chin and slid on my flats, “no. He’s really tired but still not feeling well.”
“Then we’ll let him rest. Come on, dear. Isaac and Wesley are already in the car.”
“Okay,” I nearly choked on that one word.
Satan had a hold on me, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t wait for the next close encounter.
The next thrill.
The next risk.
It was a glorious drug.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PHILIP BAILEY & PHIL COLLINS, “EASY LOVER”
With Matt and Violet back from Michigan, it was nearly impossible to find time to sneak off with Isaac. Even when Matt was at baseball practice and Violet ran errands, Wesley had his eye on me. It had nothing to do with his sons and everything to do with a waitress.
I felt ninety-nine percent sure that he knew I knew.
However, there had to be a tiny part of him (at least one percent) that held a breath of reservation, a blink of doubt. Had he known with complete certainty, he would have confronted me.
I was so grateful for that doubt, and I did everything in my power to feed it. When I saw Wesley on the farm, I flashed him my best smile, told him my parents said to say “hi,” and asked him questions I already knew the answers to, so he felt like a father figure to me as well.
“Hey,” Matt snuck up behind me as I locked the farm stand door.
“You scared me.” I dropped the money bag and fumbled the key. Then I shoved his chest while picking up the bag and key.
He laughed, walking backward in front of me as I made my way down their lane. He was wearing his dirty practice uniform and baseball hat. “My parents are going to the rodeo tonight to watch Isaac. They invited you, and my mom already talked to your mom, and she’s fine with you going with us.”
I frowned. “I don’t like the rodeo.”
Matt squinted. “You’ve never been.”
Oh, that’s right.
“I don’t have to go to know that I won’t like it. Heather’s been to them, and she said it’s animal cruelty.”
Matt barked a laugh. “It’s not animal cruelty. Isaac’s really good. We’ll grab snacks. And afterward, we’ll meet up with some friends.” He smirked. “Or at least that will be our story.”
I needed to break up with my boyfriend so his brother could kiss my breast and touch me between my legs without making me feel guilty. Maybe I needed to come clean with Wesley so we could discuss the emotional and moral burdens of cheating—allies of sorts.
“Why do you care about watching him rope?”
“Isaac goes to my games when he can. Just because he’s a jerk sometimes doesn’t mean I’m not interested in his life. After all, he bought me condoms.”
I returned a nod and a stiff smile. “That was so nice of him.”
“What’s your deal?” He took my hand and walked beside me.
“Nothing. There’s no deal.”
“Good. So I’ll pick you up at six. I need to shower.” He took the key and money bag, and kissed my cheek before sauntering toward the house when we reached my car.
As I reached for the door handle, the neighing of a horse caught my attention. It was Isaac walking his brown horse into the barn. I should have slid into my car and driven home, but I wasn’t good at doing the right thing. So I made my way to the barn.
“I’ve been invited to the rodeo tonight,” I said as Isaac emerged from the tack room and began brushing his horse.
“Oh yeah?” He shot me a quick glance and smiled.
“Yes,” I said, resting my back against the stall. “What’s his name?” I nodded to the horse.
“Sunday Morning,” he said.
I giggled. “Shut up. I’m serious.”
Isaac smirked. “Anakin.”
“Anakin Skywalker?”
“Maybe.” The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Matt loves Star Wars,” I said.
“Who doesn’t?” Isaac said.
“Can I brush him?”
Isaac paused for a moment before handing me the brush.
“I can’t break up with him. Not yet,” I said, making long strokes with the brush.