Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“In the bedroom.” Her voice is muffled. My eyes sweep the rest of the living room. There’s a blanket on the loveseat, draped over the arm, and one of her giant claw clips for her hair sits on top of the floral blanket that’s been added. A smile tugs at my lips as I head toward the hallway. The two spare rooms in the house are pretty much empty. Gramps always refuses to stay the night if it’s too late, and much like this last time, he won’t stay when there’s a storm coming our way. One of the rooms sits completely empty with the door open, while the other holds a few odds and ends, like a nightstand from Gramps’ house, and some artwork is leaning against the wall that I’ve yet to decide where to hang, and that about sums it up. Before Carsynn came into my life, my house was a place to eat and sleep. The bulk of my time was spent at work or with Gramps. Now things have changed for the better.
My feet take me to the entrance of the master bedroom. Clothes are spread out on the bed, a few boxes sit near the dresser, and for a woman who didn’t have a lot in the apartment a few days ago, it seems her stuff has exploded everywhere, but I’m not mad in the least. I look to the left. She’s sitting on the floor in the closet, moving things back and forth until she has her shoes in the place she wants them. “Fairy.” My voice grabs her attention.
“Gabe.” She was on the floor, legs crossed in front of her, when I moved toward the closet, but I watch as she stands up quickly, standing only a few feet in front of me, and then I’m snatching her up in my arms.
“Seems you’ve been busy.” My hands grip her waist, and I wrap her up in my arms, her legs rounding my hips without guidance. I stand in place and watch as her face lights up in pure happiness.
“You told me this is where you wanted me, and I had an epiphany.” I grin, knowing who had a hand in this but waiting to see if she’ll tell me who helped her figure this out. “Oh, alright, you already know. Gramps helped push me along. This was my idea, though. I’m tired of surviving. I want to live with you, with your family, in Plaine Hill, and I’d like to take you up on that offer to help out at the shop. I’ll still work at the diner, of course. It won’t be easy to learn something new, but I promise to try my hardest.”
“Carsynn—” I start to speak, but she places her hand over my lips.
“Not yet. Don’t say anything, Gabe, show me.” I move one of my hands away from her sweet-as-fuck ass to pull hers away from my mouth.
“Say fucking less.” My mouth takes hers as my hand moves to the back of her head, cupping it while holding on to her with everything I have. Carsynn’s lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, opening greedily to accept my kiss, allowing me inside. My tongue glides along hers in a promise of way more to come. With my woman pliant in my arms, the only thing on my mind is getting her naked, flat on her back, and fucking my cock into her sweet-as-hell pussy.
22
CARSYNN
ONE WEEK LATER
“Gramps, you need anything else?” I place his usual on the table before filling up his cup of coffee. Everything is back to normal, or as normal as it can be considering how this whirlwind of a romance between Gabe and me has been going. He gives me too much, I refuse to accept, he shuts me up with his mouth, and I’m his willing slave when it comes to him using his cock on me or in me.
“I’m good, sweet pea. You like working two jobs?” I’d bet the tips in my apron Gabe is asking Grandpa Bernie to snoop. My days are slowly dwindling at the diner. Denny and Nikki know I’m working the afternoons and my days off at the shop.
“It’s not so bad. The money is good, and I’ve been able to put myself on a budget to get my savings back to not seeing donuts.” The hardest part in all of this was sitting down with Gabe and showing him what I wanted to save and how much I need to earn weekly in order to get to and from work in my newly acquired vehicle. You know, the SUV Gabe demanded I take because it was sitting around collecting dust. I highly doubt that was the case. Who collects vehicles without driving them? Gabe McCoy apparently. After the uptick in gas with a bigger vehicle, along with insurance, my bills went up in the car owning budget. Which is fine because I no longer pay my rent at the apartment. Gabe with his I’m the man, I’ll take care of you attitude did not help when I mentioned needing to pay something since we now live together. It did not go over well. I threw a hissy fit while he remained calm, though neither of us was willing to compromise. We were at an impasse. With nothing else to say, I went my way into the bedroom to take a hot bath, and Gabe went his way into the garage. I was worried that I put all my eggs in a basket only for them to fall over and crack. A good ten minutes into my soak later, Gabe came barreling in, shirt off, boots gone, and running his fingers through his tousled hair. He apologized first, saying he wasn’t thinking, that all he wanted to do was give me a good life, and not watch his woman work her body to the bone. It was kind of hard to stay mad at him after that. I nodded, he stepped out of his jeans, I sat up in the bathtub, and Gabe wedged his big body behind me, his cock hard against my lower back, and finally, he agreed to letting me help out. We didn’t get very far into our conversation. I hated being at odds with him. My heart ached, and my mind went haywire there for a while. I needed to see his pretty grey eyes, to look at him instead of the tiles in the bathroom. The minute I spun around, his cock lined up with my pussy, and I sank down. Needless to say, talking stopped after the first inch. The only thing that mattered was the two of us connecting in a more intimate way.