Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I turn the light on to have a better view of the muscles in his back as I follow him up the stairs. My brain is getting a bit fuzzy over all this. I’ve lived here alone since my brother’s death, and the months of recovery after the explosion were awful. The only thing good about being here on my own most of that time was no one seeing me climb the stairs at grandpa pace.
Yet it’s nice that he’s here. That he’s fixed some of the shit I couldn’t make myself deal with. Just tonight, I’ll entertain the fantasy of him visiting me here more often, so we can watch movies on my massive flat-screen TV instead of the shitty laptop at the cabin. We have to use it at half brightness to make the battery last.
“Thanks. I was gonna get around to it.” I lie, because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t have plans to fix anything. For a year now, I’ve been forced to bathe in my tub, or use the rain shower. It wouldn’t be a problem if my hair wasn’t ass-long and I don’t always wanna get it wet.
The bathroom has been renovated after Dad’s passing, but while it’s all done up in Roy’s taste, with black tiles, and a massive sink on one side, I rather like its size and functionality. When Road pulls me in and points to the oversized stall, I imagine us inside, standing in the falling drops. Naked.
Maybe that’s what I need after today. He’s already here. I decided I’m not kicking him out. I have no neighbors for miles, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna hear us.
I let go of his hand and pull my T-shirt off. “Come on. Let’s check out if it’s fixed.”
The look on his face tells me that this horn dog did not see this coming, but when he grins and peels off his own top, I know I’m going to get what I want regardless.
After all, I don’t know if he’ll want to see me again once his club finds out what we’ve done.
Chapter 19
Road
“I found out what your secret weapon is,” I say, grinning at Clyde as I shove the bathroom door shut with my foot.
It’s odd being in Clyde’s space. Not the hideout in the woods but in the place where he sleeps, where his real life happens. And while I’m an intruder and arrived uninvited, he is not making me leave. Not yet.
Maybe he’s as brainlessly horny as me. I’d like to think I’m the object of desire as intense as mine for him.
The strange thing about Clyde’s attraction to me is that it feels so honest. I know he must really like my body if he’s willing to overlook our animosity to fuck me.
“What is it?” Clyde smirks, surely ready for something dirty to come out of my mouth. He kicks his jeans to the corner, and leans back against the black tiles, naked and oh so beautiful.
I can’t get enough of him. Not just his body but the man too. Was he ever just a body, after the first time he brought me to his secret shed by the lake? I know we agreed on being just that—each other’s outlets for sex—but fuck that agreement. I see how he tries to hold back a smile when I whisper filth into his ear, I know he always adds cayenne pepper to his meat rub, and that he’s sentimental about chickens because his mom used to keep them. Once you see the person inside the body, how can you unsee them?
I glance his way and tap my belt buckle. If he wants what’s in my boxer shorts, he should work for it.
“That scent of a ‘campfire out in the wild west’. Smoke. Peppercorns. And whiskey. And wood,” I say and gesture toward the hair oil—yes, hair oil—on the sink. A quick snoop through his bathroom earlier revealed that he has a favorite brand, one of those that market themselves with images of men spending time outdoors, with buddies they definitely don’t fuck yet for whom they want to smell and look their best.
His eyes widen, lips part, and he flushes so rapidly I can’t help but think he’s cute, even if he’s a grown-ass man with stubble and a black eye.
“You really had to snoop through everything?” he grumbles like it’s embarrassing that he takes good care of himself. “I just like it, okay?”
“Oh, I like it too,” I say and rest my hands on the wall, framing his head. Satisfaction blooms in my chest when his pupils widen. And then, his fingers roam my chest, descending to the belt still locking away his favorite toy.
“I don’t talk about it, because my brothers prefer to smell like hair grease and the barbecue sauce that dropped on their shirt. Maybe I’m just vain.” He sighs and gives me a kiss as he opens my belt. The clink it makes when I’m in Clyde’s proximity is already making me hard. When he tugs on the zipper and the pressure against my cock becomes more bearable, the world blurs while Clyde’s face and his hot body, remain razor-sharp.