Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t have had to be up there at all if you’d have just let me take care of it the first day. I would’ve had a new roof, and no water would’ve gotten in,” she hissed, pushing off my chest to get away from me.
I held her tightly in place, my left hand sliding around to the small of her back, and the other grabbing a handful of her hair to tilt her head so I could have her eyes.
“Stay,” I ordered her.
She struggled against my hold, and I felt a surge of adrenaline in answer to her struggles.
I liked it when she struggled and didn’t listen.
Something she realized moments later when my cock started to lengthen against her belly.
“No,” she jerked her hips.
Her words said one thing, but her actions another as she relaxed in my arms, her eyes on my face, taking me in warily.
My body hummed as my thumb stroked lightly against her cool, wet skin of her back, and I watched her watching me.
Then a phone rang somewhere in the room, and my sanity came back to me.
Moving quickly, I set her away from me, and without saying a single word, I walked out the door and straight to my truck that was still idling in the middle of the road.
I even managed not to look back.
Once I’d parked the truck, I walked into my own project house, ignoring Able, who looked at me, no doubt wondering why I was soaked to the bone, and walked straight to the bathroom where we kept the extra clothes.
Once I stripped out of my clothes, I fisted my hard cock and stared out the window to the house next door. My mind on the defiance in July’s eyes when I told her not to go on her roof again and how she felt in my arms.
My fist moved up and down the length of my cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I felt my balls draw up and my spine start to tingle.
Bending over the sink, I grunted as my release hit me.
Cum splashed into the sink basin, and I grunted as it felt like my release was pulled from my toes.
“Jesus,” I breathed. “Fucking fucked in the head.”
Switching the faucet on, I rinsed the evidence down the sink and sent a glare in the direction of the house where the object of my desire was.
“Fuckin’ A,” I said, my eyes zeroing in on some sort of movement from the window that was likely a bedroom. I couldn’t see that well through the rain, but the more I stared, the more I became convinced that it was July standing naked in front of the window, her hand between her legs.
I watched for long minutes, waiting to see what she would do.
And when that figure finally moved away, I was hard all over again.
Fuckin’ A…that was an understatement.
Chapter 7
Call a girl beautiful a thousand times and she’ll forget. Call a girl fat once, and she’ll never forget. That’s because elephants never forget.
-Things not to repeat to women
July
I moaned and rolled over onto my side, nausea rolling in my gut.
My back was on fire, and I would clearly label the pain as a seven on a scale of one to ten.
In fact, I’d label it as more, but I’d had my appendix nearly rupture when I was fifteen, and I knew pain.
This wasn’t there yet, but it was close.
I tried to reach for my phone on the nightstand but even the slightest movement exhausted me.
Dropping my hand back to the bed, I stared at the phone, willing it to jump into my hand.
It didn’t.
“Dammit,” I moaned, closing my eyes before attempting one more time to make a grab for the phone.
I still didn’t make it, and I laid on the bed totally spent and panting.
My head was throbbing, and my mouth felt like I hadn’t had any water in days instead of just a few short hours.
My eyes flicked to the glowing green letters on my nightstand across the room, and I winced.
“Dammit,” I croaked. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.”
My phone on the nightstand rang, and it was obvious who it was.
I was supposed to come over for breakfast with my brother about twenty minutes ago, and I was rarely, if ever, late.
If I was running late, I at least called beforehand.
With the way my brother and I were with each other, there was no way that I wouldn’t have called unless something was wrong.
I also didn’t oversleep.
Ever.
I was the type of person who got up with the roosters. I never slept in past six in the morning, and it wasn’t unusual that I was up by five.
Yes, I was one of those dreaded morning people who could make it through the morning without a single cup of coffee.
The bane of my existence was the afternoon. Nearly every day I took a nap. It didn’t matter what I was doing, or where I was. If it hit two in the afternoon and I hadn’t had a nap yet, I was taking one.