Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He was dripping sweat, and I’d lost count two hundred jumps ago, when he finally looked over.
He didn’t look surprised to see me, and his knowing smile let me know that he’d known I was there all along.
“Something I can help you with?” he teased.
I licked my lips, then lifted my shirt and started to tunnel my hands down my pants. “No, I’m just going to watch…”
His eyes focused on my hand, and then he was abandoning the rope and walking toward me.
I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants as he came stalking my way.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
My fingers met my pussy, and I found my wetness—our wetness.
I still hadn’t wiped him out of me.
I liked it.
Wanted it there.
He reached me, and without much thought, hit the button to close the garage door on his way.
He caught me, then twisted me so that I was bent over the back of an incline bench.
I caught the supple leather in my hands as he yanked my leggings down to my ankles.
He pushed two thick fingers inside of me just as I felt the drip of his sweat hit my bare back.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he growled.
“I still have you inside of me,” I said, causing him to growl again.
Then he was surging inside of me with no finesse.
Which was fine, because I didn’t need finesse. I only needed him.
With long, hard strokes, he filled me up, hitting the end of me with each stroke.
“God, yes,” I breathed as his balls started to drum a steady tap-tap against my clit.
He growled when I started to tighten around him, and before I could tell him I was coming, I was there, squeaking out a quiet scream to hopefully conceal what we were doing out here.
His growl of release totally defeated my attempt, and before I could think too hard about it, he was filling me up as I pulsed around him.
When he was through, he pulled out, then stuffed his fingers into my pussy before saying, “I want you to be filled with me all day.”
I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When I came back into the living room, Cutter’s brother was back, and he was laughing at something Shasha, who’d also come back, was saying.
Cutter followed us, now dressed in his wet t-shirt, and frowned. “I thought you were going on a ride?”
“Tried, but it started raining.” He looked at Cutter. “Which you should probably know, since it’s raining so hard that it’s now pouring.”
Cutter and I both looked out the window and sure enough, it was raining.
I flushed deep red, and Shasha sighed, “I knew this day would come when my sister found someone, but I truly didn’t think you’d make me listen to that. Ruining my life.”
“How is it ruining your life?” I laughed, still embarrassed as hell. “And when did you get here?”
“Just got here.” Shasha looked at me. “I imagine that Dima won’t be too happy that he can’t just show up to crash at your place anymore without alerting him.” He looked at Cutter with narrowed eyes. “But I guess it all works out, since now he won’t have to worry about you anymore.”
I softened.
“Wow, wonder what that feels like?” Chevy asked.
“You are not marrying me off to make you not worry anymore, Chevy Clark,” Keely called from the kitchen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her brother’s head whip around and his eyes widen.
“That’s an excellent idea!”
I ain’t too good at fractions, but I still know you’re a whole ass bitch.
—Text from Cutter to Chevy
CUTTER
I was knee deep in sawdust, had my arms high above my head holding a shelving unit in place, and my phone was ringing.
“Go!” I called out to Milena.
She came in from the front, her eyebrows raised. “You rang.”
I grinned at her, then shifted my hips to indicate what I wanted. “My phone’s ringing.”
She eyed my hips. “Could you do that again?”
I shot her a look, which she returned with a smirk.
“It’s my granddad’s number, or I wouldn’t answer it,” I informed her.
“How do you know it’s your granddad’s number?” she asked.
“Because Keely thought it would be hilarious to assign everyone their own vibration on everyone’s phone,” he answered. “Granddad’s is the Jaws theme. I can feel the vibrations going, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun.”
She gifted me with a smile that would’ve knocked me off my feet had I not had a couple hundred pounds over my head.
“Got it,” she said as she came over.
She stuck her hand in the pocket without the phone, and I didn’t bother telling her it wasn’t in that pocket when her fingers brushed against the line of my cock.
“Whoops.” She giggled and went for the other pocket.
Pulling it out, she answered it while on speakerphone.
“Hey, Granddad,” she cooed.
Granddad and Milena hadn’t officially met yet, but only because Granddad’s schedule was very busy. As in, Mondays he played Bingo at the Bingo Hall with his crew. Tuesdays he went out of town to a shopping mall in Sunnyvale where he ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Wednesdays he played pickleball. Thursdays he played pickleball. Fridays he ‘recovered’ and played Bunko. When he wasn’t doing that, he was at my shop putzing around, building things out of my wood without asking. Saturdays and Sundays he did his various activities at the old folks’ home that we were able to sneak him into by the skin of our teeth.