Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
When I pull back, her eyes are heavy lidded and her lips puffy from my assault. “I know you, Kennedy. In a few days I’ll know everything.” Her breath hitches as she stares into my eyes. I know she wants to say something, I can see it on her face, but she doesn't.
“We’re here sir,” Connor says. Kennedy scrambles off my lap. I don’t stop her. I’ve pushed her far too much already. She opens the door trying to make a hurried escape and almost falling in the process. I grab her around the waist, catching her before she hurts herself.
“Slow. You’re going to hurt yourself.” I right her on her feet.
“Thank you.” Again the blush spreads across her cheeks. My cock grows harder thinking about how hours ago I watched it spread across her tits. Soon, I will watch it spread along her entire body as I sink balls deep into her sweet cunt.
“You don’t have to thank me.” I reluctantly release her. I watch her as she makes her escape into the house. I want to go after her and pull out the reason she started to shut down on me, but I know I can’t. I run my hand down my face. For the first time in my life I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
“Sir. Emily has been calling my phone now. Says there’s an emergency at the office.” I nod. I’m starting to notice that she thinks everything is an emergency when I’m not in the office. I was always in the office before so I hadn't noticed, but these past few weeks I’ve been stepping out here and there.
I could stand here all night and try and figure out what is wrong with my soon-to-be wife. Soon it won’t be so easy for her to make an escape from me. I’ll pull everything I want out of her. My mind starts to wander down the path of the things I could do, but I stop myself.
“Back to the office.” I tell Connor as I give one last look toward where she fled before I get in the car. This is going to be the longest week of my life.
But it is going to be worth it, I remind myself. Tick tock. The clock is counting down the seconds until she’s mine.
12
Kennedy
My mouth still tingles as I make my way inside. I go straight up the stairs in case my parents are home, not wanting to run into either of them. I pull out my phone to text my sister to see where the hell she is and what she’s been up to.
I’m not sure if her bailing on me today was a good thing or bad. It had given me alone time with my soon-to-be husband. Yet, I’m not sure it really enlightened me in any way to who he really is. Gerrit makes my head spin. The man is so confusing.
My door flies open right before I grab the handle. Kinley grabs me, pulling me into my own bedroom. My eyes get round when I see Julie, Kate, and Becky standing there. All of them are done up.
We all went to college together. We don’t hang out as much as we used to, but we still keep in contact, mostly through text. We have a group chat that keeps us all up to speed on what’s going on in each other's lives.
“What’s happening?” I ask. Julie holds a sash that says bride-to-be on it.
“I think you know.” My sister pulls me over to my vanity chair, making me sit down. “Did you really think we weren't going to have a bachelorette party?”
“I mean really, Ken?” Becky says, handing me a glass of champagne. I take a sip.
“Okay,” I agree before chugging the rest of it and handing the empty glass back to Becky, making them all cheer. “Do your best.” I sit back in the chair and let them go to town on me. It’s been too long since we’ve all gotten to hang out. With the way my head is spinning from my outing with Gerrit, a girls’ night out is exactly what I need.
“Is this why you took off on me today?” I ask my sister.
“Partly. You two needed some alone time, and I needed to get you this dress.” She picks up a dress, letting the hanger dangle off her finger. The top is fitted and covered in white sparkles while the bottom puffs out. It looks like it’s only going to hit mid-thigh on me. “Don’t even try it. You’re wearing it, we already voted.” I simply nod. I’m outnumbered and the dress is cute. I have to wonder what Gerrit would think of it.
In no time, they have me ready and out the door, heading toward the restaurant for dinner. The girls all pepper me with questions about Gerrit, making me realize again how little I know about him.