Meadowlarks 3 : Endless

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Authors: Ashley Christine
could have been killed!”
    I lean down and push a toy tractor with my hand. “I wanted to see you guys first, I miss you. I miss us .”
    “You have no idea, girl,” Riley said with a laugh.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Weston
    I sat in my car, in the parking lot of the coffee shop and played over the events of the morning in my head one more time.
    Got up.
    Showered.
    Dressed.
    Drank coffee.
    Drove to the site.
    Talked to Pete.
    Discussed the timeline.
    Riley’s car pulled up.
    Riley got out.
    I got excited.
    Riley introduced her friend.
    I got very excited.
    Oh yes, that’s what happened. I turned into a dickhead. But sending them away was all I could do. That woman knocked the breath out of my body. Never in a million years did I expect her to get out of that car.
    How was having those two in that car even legal? Thinking about it made my blood thump louder in my ears.
    Riley didn’t mention another friend. But then again, why would she? I already met the redhead, who was fucking gorgeous all on her own, then Riley throws me this curveball? I’m doomed.
    What I didn’t understand was how the singer from South of Marshall was also the best friend of the woman I wanted to sleep with more than anything. Well, maybe she’s not the only one I wanted anymore.
    There was something about Leah Marshall I just couldn’t put my finger on. And, believe me, I wanted to put my fingers and everything else on my body on and in her. Even her touch from the simple handshake sent me spiraling. I held my hand, trying to feel those little sparks she sent through me again.
    Fuck .
    She was…different.
    Like she knew she was hot, but not that her beauty was earth-shattering. She seemed pure, innocent even. Not the type of girl that you just grab and throw on the back seat of your car and tower over like a predator.
    She was more than that.
    She was dinner.
    I didn’t know how to do dinner. I hadn’t done dinner ever. Not even with Elsa. I had sex with her before I even knew her name. Dinner didn’t come until we were married, and then it just seemed forced and not exciting.
    Leah was like an advent calendar. One of those chocolate ones that they have for kids at Christmas. You start on Day 1, and you don’t get to open the final surprise until Christmas. Looking at Leah I knew she was the type of girl that you were patient with, enjoyed and played with.
    I’m the kind of kid that tears off the packaging and eats all the chocolates on Day 1. I’m way out of my league on this one.
    Convincing myself that it was a good idea, I managed to seduce the brunette barista into a quickie in the bathroom. The coffee shop was quiet, and I through my haste and eagerness to orgasm, I pushed hard and deep into her before the lunch rush arrived.
    “Thanks, darlin’,” I breathed into her ear while standing behind her, caressing her hips with my hands. I lowered her shirt, and stepped back to pull up my pants.
    There. I felt a little bit better.
    The brunette, whose name I finally realized was Mila (duh, nametag, genius), gave me a peck on the mouth before she sauntered out of the bathroom. I pulled her back quickly and clamped down on her bottom lip with my teeth.
    “Have a good day at work, baby,” I said before swatting her behind with my hand.
    I sat and had coffee after my tryst with Mila. I occasionally glanced to the counter and saw her smiling at me. Her cheeks still rosy from the two climaxes I gave her just twenty minutes ago. Her smile reminds me of Sara’s, and I momentarily regret my decision to sleep with her again. I don’t need another crazy on my tail.
    Thinking of Sara, I haven’t heard from her since I brushed her off in the hallway of the hotel two weeks ago. She looked wounded, and I was the guilty man that hurt her. But, I couldn’t let myself get emotional over her, I had no feelings for her in that way. I never did. She was merely a distraction from my shitty marriage.
    The best sex I had with Sara was when I was

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