Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“Calm down, Everly. Get undressed and get back into bed.”
I flip him off, and for the first time ever, I hear a chuckle leave his mouth.
Fuck him! I take off to the front door, feet bare. As I step outside, the sun is shining brightly, and I turn to walk home. Maybe a brisk walk will clear my head.
“Everly.” His hands grab my hips and turn me fast, so fast I become dizzy. Then Gunner lifts me and throws me over his shoulder and walks me back to his apartment.
“Put me the fuck down, Gunner. I’m going home.”
He slaps my ass. “I’ll meet them, but you won’t like the outcome.”
I sigh and drop my head onto his back. “What do you mean?” I ask giving up.
I won, didn’t I?
“You’ll see.” It’s all he gives me, reaching his front door and walking inside not placing me down.
“I work, hard,” I say to him not even bothering to lift my head.
“I know, Everly.”
“Well, why say that?”
“I have temperament issues. You’ll have to be patient with me. This is all very new to me.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper into his back. This is the safest place to tell him. He stops instantly and slides me down his front so we’re facing each other. I look away and he turns my head so it’s facing him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
A tear wants to fall but I try my hardest to blink it away and not let it. “I’m trying not to.”
“I don’t do this,” he confesses.
“You keep saying that, yet here we are,” I point out. Every time he says he doesn’t do this, somehow, we end up with things changing, taking a new step forward.
“Everly.” He groans while shaking his head. “Stop! Just take what I’m willing to give you and stop trying to force more.”
“You see, I’ve tried it your way. Now it’s time to try it my way.”
Gunner doesn’t speak, he simply stares at me.
“Next week we’ve been together a month. You can meet my parents then.” I turn to strip my clothes and walk into his room.
He follows.
After a while.
The weekend is nothing but the two of us locked in his house watching movies and getting along. We don’t speak any more about our relationship, instead we fuck all weekend. And come Sunday I need a break. No, my vagina needs a break.
“Come to lunch with me?” I ask. I’ve been wearing nothing but his shirts. There’s no need for undergarments. It feels natural. Being with him feels natural.
“We can order in.” Which is what we’ve been doing, all weekend.
“No. I need to get out and you need to meet May properly.”
“Is this negotiable? Can I say no and have you not run and never come back?”
I lean down kissing his lips, full and lush and all mine. “You’re coming, because you like me and want me happy. Isn’t that excuse enough?”
“Fine, fuck.” He walks off to the bathroom and I hear him start the shower.
“Do you want to meet me at mine, or do you want me to wait?” I ask opening the door while trying desperately not to watch him, because if I do, I’ll end up in there all wet. In more than one place.
“No, wait.”
I do, and he doesn’t take long. He walks out a few minutes later with just a towel strung around his waist and gets dressed in jeans.
Like, what the fuck.
I’ve never seen him dressed in jeans, and the things it does to my vagina are not good.
“Eyes, Everly.” He snaps his fingers to his face and smirks. “If you expect to leave, stop looking at me like that.”
“You’re always in suit pants. Never…” I wave my hand to his jeans, “… that.”
He slides on a black shirt which looks brand-new.
“That’s because I’m always in my suits. For me, business never stops, and I don’t have time to change.” He turns off the bedside light and walks to me, sliding his hand in mine.
“I like you in these clothes…” I whisper as we head out the front, leaning in super close, “… but I love you in suits.”
He opens the car door for me to get in then looks down at me. “I know.” Then he winks.
Goddamn! He winked at me. What the ever-loving fuck is that?
If I didn’t love him before, that wink just made it happen.
I sigh as I sit back, my head hitting the seat as I wait for him to get in.
How is it possible to fall in love with someone so fast? Granted, I’ve heard of it happening plenty of times before, and I read about it all the time in my romance insta-love novels, but I didn’t think it would happen to me. I figured most people were making it up. And now I’m one of them. The only problem is, I’m afraid he will never love me back.