Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“That’s a great idea. I’ll help.”
“Don’t you have to get back to work?”
“Work will be there tomorrow. I don’t want to leave you alone right now.”
“You’re a special man.” She gives me a cheesy grin.
“And you’re my special woman.” I wink playfully. I kiss her on the temple, and hand in hand, we walk back to my office. I step inside and tell Daniel and Spencer what’s going on, and they wave me off, telling me to let them know if they can help.
Willow River is a small town, but we’re also like one big giant family. We’re all going to be there for Hank, and the Willow Tavern will be back, better than ever before.
twenty-three
Ramsey
“I have something to ask you.” Deacon and I are cuddled in bed. We’ve spent the entire weekend holed up in his house. Well, our house. That’s going to take some time to get used to. We dropped two large foil pans of baked spaghetti off at the firehouse Friday night, and we haven’t left the house since.
“What’s up?” he asks. We’re on our sides facing each other.
“First, I want you to know that you can tell me no. I won’t be mad or upset or anything like that.”
“You know I can’t tell you no.” He soothes my hair back out of my eyes. “What’s going on in the pretty head of yours?” he asks.
“Today is Sunday.”
“Is it?” He chuckles.
“My aunt does family dinners on Sundays. I never get to go.”
“Then we go.”
“You’ll come with me?” I bite down on my bottom lip. I’ve made huge strides in dealing with my insecurities in the past several months, but I’m asking him to come to have dinner with my crazy family. That’s another first for me.
“Ramsey, baby, you live with me. They know we’re together. You and me, we’re not a secret.”
“I know, but I’ve never taken you there, and it feels…” I let my voice trail off. I don’t know how to put this into words.
“How does it feel? Tell me.” Ever so patient, he waits for me to find the words.
“It feels like a dream come true. I keep waiting to wake up and realize it was all just a dream and that you’re not really mine.”
“Are my eyes open?”
“Yes.”
He takes my hand and places it over his heart. “Can you feel my skin? The beat of my heart?”
“Yes.”
He takes my hand and moves it over his erection. “Can you feel what you do to me?” I grip his cock and stroke him gently. “Does this feel like a dream?”
“I guess it’s because you’re my dream come true. I’ve always wanted the kind of love that we share. I craved it. When I moved to Willow River, my aunt, uncle, and cousins, they showed me love. They showed me how a family should be, but what I have with you is something I’ve never felt before but always craved.”
“Ramsey, you are the love of my life. We’re going to go have dinner with your family, and then we’re going to come back to our home. We are building a life together, and I want it. I want you, and I want everything our future holds for us.”
“My heart feels happy.”
“That’s because it loves me,” he says smugly. “Do you know what else feels happy?”
“What’s that?”
“My cock.”
“Yeah?” I ask as I lazily stroke him. “I think I can make him happier.”
“You think so? I’m not sure.” He pretends to think it over.
Pushing him onto his back, I straddle his thighs. Gripping his cock, I guide it inside me.
“Holy fuck.” He tenses, and his hand on my thigh tightens. In one swift move, he sits up and helps me arrange my legs around his back. His hands settle against my cheeks, and he kisses me like we have all the time in the world. I rock my hips, and he breaks the kiss. His hands grip my hips. “Stop,” he grits out. I freeze, not sure what to do next. “Baby, we forgot a condom.”
Even with his grip on my hips, I manage to rock forward. “I’m on the pill.”
His eyebrows raise, and I know what he’s asking. When did this happen? “I’ve been on it since I was sixteen. I begged my mother, and she agreed. I think she assumed I was sleeping around, but I didn’t trust Robert. I wasn’t sure how far he would try to go or force me to go, and I just… wanted to be protected. That’s probably the nicest thing my mother ever did for me.”
“Let’s not talk about that douche when I’m inside you. In fact, he no longer exists to us. He’s insignificant.” He kisses me hard. “Second, are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’ve only ever been with you, Deacon. I never want to be with anyone else. Yeah, I’m sure.”