Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
He’d fucked her one time, and he wasn’t ready to let anyone else have her. In fact, the very thought of another man even going near her filled him with a rage he didn’t even understand.
With the backyard clear, he walked around the front and started to mow.
He was working up a sweat and damn thirsty when Rachel suddenly appeared in front of him.
“You need to drink. It’s getting hot out.” She held a tray with a small pitcher.
Turning off the mower, he took a seat beside her on the porch.
“You really do know how to mow,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“You can look at me, you know?”
“You’re not wearing a shirt.”
“If you want to go and grab a bikini, I’ve got no objections.”
She laughed. “Not a chance. I haven’t worn a bikini since I was a kid.”
He stroked a finger down her thigh. “I’d like to see you in one.”
She moved away from him.
He wasn’t disappointed. He expected to work a lot harder than mowing a lawn to win her over.
She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a little laugh. It was so soft and sweet.
“You know, I don’t know why I’m surprised by what you’re capable of doing. You always knew what to do. Nothing was ever too much for you.” She sipped at her drink. “The lawn looks good. I was thinking of firing up the barbeque. We only have a small one, and I’ve got a steak marinating if you want it?”
“What will you have?” he asked.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got me covered.”
“Then call it a date.”
He finished off his lemonade, got to his feet, and began to finish everything up. He noticed the house was completely clean. The windows were free of any dust, and working his way around the backyard, he saw she’d been working on her flower beds while he’d been cleaning.
The scent of the barbeque made his mouth water.
She stood at a tiny little metal cooking stove. Beside her were a few items, and after he cleaned away his equipment, he walked over to her. He was tempted to hold her again, but knew he shouldn’t rush this.
Not tonight.
There was no kid waiting upstairs. There was just the two of them.
“I’ll go and wash up.” He stroked her arm as he passed.
“I’ll be right here.”
He took a cold shower, rushing it so he didn’t lose this peace that had settled between them. He didn’t know what had happened for them to be getting along, but for now, he’d take it.
With his hair still wet, he changed his jeans and headed downstairs, still without a shirt. He wanted her to see him naked, to think of him against her, touching her. His cock was already liking the idea of her soft body next to him, those tits close to his face with her tight pussy riding his dick, fucking him.
Easy, boy. Easy.
He had to calm the fuck down or lose himself.
On his way outside, he paused when he heard giggling.
In the time he’d taken to shower, Mary and Alice had arrived. A bottle of wine was already open, and he saw Rachel sipping the glass.
Fuck!
This wasn’t what he wanted.
But he could work with it. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Mary said.
“She doesn’t own a cat.”
“True, but what are you doing without a shirt?” Mary raised her brow. “Trying to win her over with your over muscular body. Is that surgery?”
“Not an ounce of surgery done, thank you. I didn’t know your sisters were coming over.”
“Rachel invited us. Said she’d fired up the barbeque, and you know the rest,” Alice said. “You two haven’t killed each other. That must be … fun.”
“We’re handling it,” Rachel said.
“Yeah, I bet you are.” Mary glared at him.
“Did you pick up any beer?”
“Just wine, sweetheart,” Mary said.
“Then I’ll go and grab me a glass.”
He didn’t like her sisters. Their bond was strong. Alice and Mary had nearly ruined his chance five years ago, trying to talk their sister out of marrying him, but he’d been able to fight for her, to show Rachel he wanted her.
This wasn’t going to be any different.
“Why don’t you leave?” Mary asked, coming into the kitchen after him.
“Not going to happen, Mary.” He grabbed a glass and turned to face her.
She hadn’t gotten any closer. Her arms were folded, and she was shooting hatred at him with her gaze.
Again, he couldn’t give two fucks about what she wanted or didn’t want.
“You do know she just wants to move on? Forget about you and have a life where you don’t exist.”
“My answer is exactly the same.”
“What is this game you’re playing? You don’t want her and no one else can have her? You jealous of the single dad sniffing around. I told her to just go for it. You’re off with your whoring ways. Why can’t she have a little fun while you’re not around?”