Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“It shouldn’t have been.”
“How was I supposed to know?” I asked.
“You could take your cash and walk away,” she suggested.
“I’m not gonna do that.” I shook my head.
“You think just because you’re new to town, you can just walk in here and get whatever you want?” She leaned across the table, her lips curling more with each new word. God, she was hot. I was having trouble focusing on the argument. “Why don’t you find another cabin?”
“There aren’t a lot of vacant cabins,” I explained.
“This one isn’t vacant either—I live there!” She stood up. Her shouting caused attention to wander from the band in our direction.
Lindsey stood before me, balanced on her high heels, her little dress swinging seductively. She put one manicured hand on her hip and dared me to follow. I stood slowly, aware of the size of the package straining against my pants. She didn’t seem to notice; she was looking into my eyes.
“If you can’t be decent enough to walk away from this situation when a helpless citizen is in trouble…” She pointed a finger at me.
I had to laugh. “Helpless?” I threw back at her. “I’ve known you all of fifteen minutes, and already I can tell you’re not helpless.”
She lowered her voice. “I am appealing to your sense of honor as a man.”
It had been a long time since I had seen someone so beautiful. Her anger made her eyes sparkle and her muscles tense, and I couldn’t help imagining those long legs wrapped around me in bed. I knew I should be paying attention to her words, but her energy was on fire. One short step would bring me close enough to bend her over the table.
“I hope I never see you again!” She picked up my bottle and tossed what was left of my beer at me before storming out.
I watched her go with appreciation, her backside just as firm as I had imagined. Unfazed, I wiped off what little liquid had managed to stain my shirt. I picked up the empties and took them back to the bar. “I’ll pay for these,” I told the bartender.
He grinned at me, holding in a laugh as he rang me up. I walked back to the hotel, thankful for the cool touch of the night air. In my room, I peeled off the damp shirt and threw it on a chair. I remembered Lindsey standing over me, her little dress brushing her thighs. What if I had followed up on my impulse to close the distance between us? What if she had turned all that energy into passion and melted in my arms? I would have turned her around, bent her over the table, and lifted up her skirt.
I undid my belt buckle and pulled down my jeans. The fabric of my underwear strained against my cock. It was hard and swollen, growing bigger with every flickering image. I groaned, sliding myself free of the fabric, releasing the rod into my hand. I lay down on the bed, working my fingers over the shaft.
She looked so hot in her little black dress, like she knew how to make a man come. I imagined sinking into her, her body closing around me. I would thrust once, twice, deeper each time. She would moan, cheek pressed to the table, hair fanned out across the wood. I would wind my fingers through that hair as I buried myself over and over in her sweet channel.
Just thinking about her brought me to the peak and threw me over. I spasmed into my hand, feeling the release of a decade’s worth of tension in one act. I really was an idiot when it came to women. Lindsey had thrown a beer in my face, and all I could think about was how amazing she would feel in my bed. The aftershocks passed through my rib cage as I held on to my cock, slowly releasing the mental images.
I decided I must have a death wish and resolved not to give an inch. I was going to buy that cabin, temptress or not. I hobbled to the bathroom to wash off and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
6
LINDSEY
Iwas so mad I couldn’t even think straight. I slammed my car door shut and stabbed the key into the ignition. All the way home, I fought to keep my eyes on the road.
“What an arrogant, two-faced son of a bitch.” I cursed out loud. “He hasn’t been in town for more than a week, and he thinks he can have my cabin.” Arguing with a phantom Jason made me feel better. “I’m not going to let you take my cabin. I don’t care if you’re a detective, the chief of police force, or the mayor!” I stomped down on the accelerator, lurching the car faster.