Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“As if you didn’t know addresses are public record. You want to explain to me this shit you had the nerve to say to me?” I ask, moving in closer, Coop right along with me. I almost left him at home but figured it’d be a good idea for us to show off his good behavior and maybe it’d be a bargaining chip with the woman who’s consuming my every fucking thought. Hendrix stays planted where she is. The back of my finger moves the hair out of her face. Her body reacts to my touch. I can see her taut nipples, pebbled from a fleeting pass. My hand moves down her neck until it cups her exposed ribcage. She still doesn’t flinch or move away. “I got another question for you, too, seeing as how a cat’s got your tongue.” Jolene walks up beside her owner. My hand automatically goes to her head, rubbing behind her ear until she feels our greeting is done.
“What’s that, stalker boy?” Hendrix finally uses her voice, taking a step back, not that she’s pushing me away. I watch her body language, making sure I’m not pushing her in a way this little troublemaker won’t like.
“Do you hate everyone as much as you hate me?” An unrecognizable sound leaves her. She’s once again silent, and I give her the time to gather her thoughts. The magnitude in the last few questions has Hendrix off balance, probably in a way she wasn’t prepared for. I push us further until I’m inside her place, closing the door behind us so we’re not wasting electricity or air conditioning the neighborhood. I take in her place, noticing she’s got a mustard-yellow velvet couch, jewel-toned chair, a coffee table and end table set that I’m pretty sure my grandparents owned at one point. The record player and credenza take up the bulk of the wall. A small television and stand sits in the corner. This gives me a huge inside look to Hendrix, though. The only oddity is there isn’t dick on her walls.
“I don’t hate all men, at least I don’t think I do. I mean, my dad I obviously don’t, and my friends’ husbands are like brothers, so yeah, it’s you,” she finally responds to my last question, but not to the first one.
“Well, I can die a happy fucking man that some other poor schmuck won’t be put through the wringer because he’s got a dick.” I pull away from her. This time, I can hear the whimper when my hands leave her body. Good to fucking know she’s just full of shit and I’m the one she likes pissing off. “Next question: you think I’m busting my balls inviting you to dinner, helping you out with Jolene, and standing at your door because I want you to pay me back in sexual favors? Fuck, woman, the last man you had must have messed with your head. I don’t want the damn money. Cooper acted like a little shit. Some of that was my fault. I felt bad for the dog that was practically abandoned, more than likely given zero attention. You weren’t letting me get a word in edgewise to apologize. I took matters into my own hands. Clearly, that’s not what you want or need.” I’m pissed as hell. It’s been one hell of a week, and coming over here isn’t helping matters.
“Then what do you call finger-fucking me in a restaurant? Jesus, anyone could have seen that. It’s not you who would be labeled a hussy. That’d be me. Men can get their rocks off, and nothing will be said,” Hendrix is on a tangent. I let her get it all out, waiting until she’s out of steam, standing since she didn’t offer me a place to sit.
“Are you done?” I ask. I’m not an idiot. I’ve been around enough women to know that’s not the three words you say strung together in a heated moment. “Good, it’s my turn. I would have never put you in a place where anyone could walk in and see what I was doing to you. Not ever. I get that you don’t know me all that well, but if you’d pull the blinders away from your eyes, you’d see that I’m trying to get to know you. It’s two steps forward and four steps back with you. And another damn thing. You have a mouth, Hendrix. You know how to use it to tell me no, too.” Probably not in the ways I’ve imagined it, her mouth wrapped around my cock, her gagging as I press her all the way down until she takes my whole length, and while doing that, her hand would be between her legs, working herself, but I wouldn’t let her get off that way. I’d pull them away, pull my cock out of her mouth, and slam deep inside her in one thrust.