Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
You’re going soft, the voice in my head snorts. What the fuck, Rockwell? You’ve always had a ruthless, take-no-prisoners approach to life, so what’s up with the soft landing? You don’t even know this woman.
I don’t, but as I glance at Grace again, I can’t help but be charmed by her playful smile and whimsical ways. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that she’s absolutely stunning too. Her raggedy clothes and patched-up shoes can’t hide the glowing goddess within, complete with big Double D breasts and a young, virginal pussy.
Suddenly, I make a decision. I want that pussy. I want entrance into that tight channel in order to see whether she’s untouched. Fuck, even the thought inflames me, and I have visions of Grace with her thighs spread, cupping her enormous tits as she takes my cock for the first time. Will she moan with pain, as the sensation morphs into pleasure? Will she spread her legs wider while crying out my name with joy? Will she bleed, her first blood leaving a tell-tale red smear on my throbbing cock? Fuck yeah. I have to know.
But snaring a wild animal is always tricky and it takes patience. A hunter needs to stalk for a while, before going in for the kill. So I smile like nothing’s amiss even as a plan forms in my head.
“I think you’re fine. You’re likely on your own side of the property line,” I drawl. “Of course, I don’t know exactly, but I inherited the land from my grandparents,” I lie through my teeth. “Grams, Gramps and me hiked through the forest during my childhood summers, and I don’t recall ever coming this far. You’re probably fine.”
Grace bounces on her toes with excitement before sticking her tongue out at me.
“See?” she burbles. “I always knew we were on the right side. My dad and brother know what they’re doing,” she adds with a wink. “Trust me, Jim and Robbie are good at their jobs. They’re law-abiding citizens and would never knowingly trespass on another man’s land. Besides, we’ve been in Fairview forever, so someone would tell us if we were in the wrong.”
Internally, I shake my head because Jimbo and Robbie are fucking douchebags. I don’t need to meet them to know because who the fuck asks their daughter to grow weed by herself on the slope of a hill? But I merely smile again.
“I’m sure you’re right. Mad props to your family. I think I just got confused by the landscape because I haven’t been here in years. Plus, the forest has changed,” I shrug. “The massive fire burned everything to the ground, so some of the markers I was expecting to see are no longer present.”
Grace nods, her blonde ponytail bouncing.
“Oh, you mean like x’s on trees, and stuff like that?” she asks with a frown. “Yeah, those would be gone. I mean, the trees were incinerated, and everything is new growth now.”
“Yeah, I remember some x’s on trees, but also there was a white rock, as well as some oddly shaped vegetation. But the obviously, anything organic was incinerated, although the rock should still be around,” I frown, pretending to think. “I wonder where it went.” This is all lies. I’m literally making shit up as I go, but Grace is none for the wiser.
“The rock’s probably covered in ash,” she says in a quiet tone. “The fire was devastating, and there was a layer of soot on everything, and I mean everything, after it passed. You weren’t here when it happened, were you?” she asks, giving me a worried glance.
“No, I wasn’t,” I respond. “I was on a job, and besides, I haven’t been back for ages. My grandparents actually died a couple years ago and left me this place in their will, but I didn’t have time to come around because I was traveling. I’m a lumberjack,” I say casually. “I’ve never worked in the El Dorado, but we do get called to work with rangers in national parks sometimes. They want to manage overgrowth, and that often goes hand in hand with controlled burns to reduce the risk of future wildfire. So there’s a lot of work for us lumberjacks out there.”
Grace’s eyes are wide.
“There must be even more recently because of climate change,” she murmurs. “Everyone wants to take precautions because the drought leaves plants and trees dried out, so they’re even more flammable than before.”
“Exactly,” I nod. “That’s why I’m a journeyman lumberjack. There’s no need to tie myself to one employer anymore. We’re in such high demand that I can pick my gigs, and work as much or as little as I want. It’s a good life,” I shrug with a grin at Grace. “But right now, I’m on a breather. My grandparents’ cabin is right up the slope. It’s not fancy but you’re welcome to visit if you want, seeing that we’re neighbors and all.”