Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Oh God, time better fly because there is no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself,” she admits while gathering the hem of my white shirt in her fingers. I watch as each inch of skin is bared to me, smooth and silky. My fists clench and unclench. Never a-fucking-gain am I going out of town without her, mark my words.
“You touch your pussy while I’m not there or on the phone with you, we’re going to have problems,” I grunt as she shows me her bare pussy, lips glistening with wetness, and damn if I don’t wish I were there to wrap my lips around her pretty little clit.
“Then you can’t take care of yourself either. Fair is fair,” she replies. Little minx. I don’t respond, too busy watching as she keeps lifting her shirt up until her tits are in my view.
“Goddamn it, I should have canceled this weekend.” In no way was I prepared to be away from her this soon. “And, baby girl, you don’t have to worry about me taking my fist to my cock, remembering how you look at this exact moment.” Her breath hitches, legs tremble while she presses her thighs together. Damn, this is going to kill us both. It’s going to take everything I have not to pull up this memory when I’m in the shower late tonight and paint my cum on the shower walls. I readjust myself, take one last glance at Stormy. Her hair is tousled from sleep, cheeks flush with color either from sleep or being turned on. I’m going with the latter. She’s standing there with my shirt up to her damn neck, tits firm and a handful, nipples tight like rosebuds, hourglass figure where her stomach slopes inwards before flaring out to her hips. Hips that I love leaving my fingerprints on from holding her while I fuck her. Even when she’s riding me, it’s me lifting her up and pulling her down. No way do I allow Stormy to do the work, and fuck if she doesn’t like it.
“Christ, my baby girl is so Goddamn beautiful,” I tell her.
“Yo, Griffin, we gotta roll out!” A knock interrupts our time together. Exactly why I didn’t take this a step further. It’d be just our luck her fingers would be buried inside her tight cunt, and she’d be on the edge of coming. My cock would be in my hand, fucking myself as she does the same, and this shit would happen.
“Be right there!” I tell one of the guys through the door. Each race, it’s a different team, so there’s no telling which one is which, not that I give a single fuck at this moment.
“You’ve got to go,” Stormy says, worry in her tone.
“Yeah, baby girl, I do. You take care of my boy and stay out of trouble,” I tell her, not doing anything to alleviate her worry. There’s no reason to talk about what-ifs.
“Of course. Stay safe and come back in one piece. No more busted lips or bruised jaws from any job, please.” A smile tugs at my lips. This woman, she’s got me wrapped around her damn finger.
“I will. See you soon. I’m not sure I’ll have a chance to call again, but I’ll text you.” Stormy swallows, nodding her response.
“Griff, man, we gotta go. They’re in the truck waiting.” I hear another knock, and I know it’s not the time to say what I want. It’ll have to wait until I get home and have Stormy in my arms.
“Promise, Stormy. I’ll be okay.”
“Go. Don’t worry about me. I’m being ridiculous. Talk to you soon.” This time, she’s more together with her emotions.
“Talk soon.” I hang up the phone, grab it from its place on my bed, and head for the door. I’m re-thinking a lot of fucking things, this job being one of them. It doesn’t give me the adrenaline rush it once did. My thoughts are wrapped up in Stormy. I’m wishing the fucking days away until I’m back home with her, and right now, the last thing I need to be doing is thinking. I need to get into work mode, stat.
19
GRIFFIN
This fucking weekend can’t be over fast enough. There hasn’t been a moment with this crew that’s felt natural. The guys are younger. Fucking idiots is what they are. They love to hear themselves talk about the rescues they’ve done and the tail they pick up when the day is over. Their words, not mine. Even if I were in my twenties and single, no damn way I’d be talking about women like they’re pieces of meat. I’m just glad today is the final race and the second I’m out of this helicopter and my gear is turned in, I’m out of here. There’s no way I’ll be going back to the house, getting a few hours of sleep only to leave in the morning. It’s not like I’ve gotten a whole hell of a lot of sleep anyways. We finish our day, they go out, I grab a quick bite to eat, and head to my room. The only thing I want to do is talk to Stormy for a while, grab a shower, and pass out only to start over again. I’d no sooner fall asleep only to be woken up from them coming in for the night, running into walls, laughing it up, drunk off their asses. The trust you have in your crew is gone when you realize they’re working while hungover the next day and it’s been repeated each night. Specifically last night. I was on the phone with Stormy when she heard the shitbags come in, and I saw the worry on her face through our FaceTime call. It took me a few minutes to calm her down, but the die was cast, and I know she wasn’t going to sleep well afterwards. Maybe it is time to hang up doing these side jobs. No amount of money is worth an accident to occur because your crew is worthless. I text Stormy one last time to let her know my plans.