Page 46 of Sparrow

WORK HAS BECOMEthe bane of my existence this week. It has just piled and piled and piled. I go to work at seven in the morning and do not pick Cadence up from my mom’s until seven thirty or eight at night.

It’s put a damper on my ability to see Mills, but my time with Cadence will always come first. Dad over boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Is that what I am? Her boyfriend?

We haven’t discussed it at all in great detail. We are just letting the wind take it where it may and enjoying the ride.

But fuck, I’ve missed her this week.

It’s been seven days since I’ve laid eyes on her. Seven days since I’ve tasted her lips. Seven days since I’ve seen her smile. Seven days since I’ve heard her laugh.

Jesus. Maybe I am a pussy.

We’ve texted and spoken on the phone every day, of course. I did try to coax her into a little sexting session, but she wasn’t having it. A man has to try, though. Even though I couldn’t get her to say yes to a dirty picture, she did say yes to letting me come by tonight.

It’s Saturday, so Cadence is with my parents, leaving my schedule wide and free for more time with my red-haired firecracker.

The closer I get to her house on the island, the more excited I get. What is this woman doing to me? She’s all I think about anymore, really. It’s like my mind and body are trying to make up for all the years I didn’t have her near.

When I pull into her driveway, I flip my hat around backward and open the door to my truck, stepping out. I don’t even have time to close the door before I hear the padding of feet. Someone running my way.

I turn toward the sound just as a mess of red hair collides with me and perfect lips slam onto mine.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she croons against my mouth.

My eyes widen in response and surprise at the sudden attack, but I soon steady and sink into the kiss.

“I can see that.” I smile against her lips. “I’ve missed you too.”

She doesn’t break the kiss—in fact—she deepens it. Her tongue slays mine and her body curls and writhes into me like she’s trying to wedge herself inside of me.

My back is to the side of my truck, and I feel her hands reaching around to open the truck door.

“What are you doing?” I cup her face in my hands, pulling back so I can see her eyes.

“I need you.”

“I need you too, darlin’, but we can go in the house.” I stroke my thumbs along her jawline.

“Don’t want to wait that long,” she moans, as she finally pulls the door open, pushing me inside. “Sit,” she demands.

“Who am I to argue?”

I slip behind the wheel and reach down to lay the seat back just a bit. She hikes her dress up and climbs into my lap, straddling me.

“Jesus, Mills.” I grip her waist. “You’re wild.”

“You make me this way.” She reaches down and opens my belt and fly.

“The door is still open,” I say, but make no effort to change it or stop her.

“It’s dark. Who cares?”

With that, she wraps her hand around my cock and gives it a tug.

“God, fuck.” I groan, tipping my head back until it hits the headrest. “Not me.”

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