Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
With the windows shut and boarded, it looks like nighttime. But the clock says that it’s only late afternoon. I need to feed Frida and get myself to a drawing class.
Rutger would hate it if he knew.
So it’s good he’s asleep.
He didn’t think to nail the window closed in his second bedroom, so I get dressed silently and crawl out that way. All the drawings bear witness to my crime. They can see how awkward I am, sliding first one leg over the ledge, then the other, and then falling into the bush outside Rutger’s cabin with a hissed “Ow!”
One of the art students is walking around the bottom of the trail, a few yards away from me. She hears the crash of me falling. She sees my head pop out of the bush.
“Hi,” I say casually, like she just saw me doing something totally normal.
She keeps walking.
I’m running late, so I quickly give Frida another can of food and a snuggle. Then I rush to the building where they have my normally-scheduled drawing classes.
“You’re late,” Lindsay says in a sing-song voice. She’s not mad at me. Everyone’s still getting their easels ready.
“Sorry, Linz.” I don’t offer an explanation, and she doesn’t ask.
She does, however, take a few minutes to pick twigs out of my hair. I blush the whole time.
They’ve got a screen in the corner so that I can undress in privacy. It feels a little silly to hide away and get naked when everyone else is about to see me in my nude underwear, but I appreciate the moment to get ready out of view.
That moment is also enough time, apparently, for Rutger to find me.
At first, I think we’re under attack by bears.
I’ve got my shirt halfway over my head when I hear the first shout of dismay. The thudding. The footsteps. The front door bangs, the walls shake, and it sounds like everyone is running.
Then comes the roar.
“Tess!”
Crash, smash, bang. Things are breaking in the classroom.
I stick my head out the side of the screen to see Rutger having a massive meltdown. His shaggy hair hangs over his face. He didn’t even stop to put on a shirt, and his muscles glisten like he’s The Incredible Hulk.
“Where is she?” he shouts, throwing over an easel.
Everyone has fled out the door, so there isn’t anyone to answer except for me. I pull my shirt back down. “Rutger! What are you doing?”
He spins on me. He’s red-faced, breathing hard, fuming. He’s holding a broken easel in one hand and a two-by-four in the other. It looks like he ripped his way out of his boarded cabin to wreck the class.
He looks so relieved that I’m wearing clothes. “I told you, you can’t get naked in front of them!” he shouts, throwing the easel aside. “It’s for me! Only for me!”
Rutger’s on top of me immediately, holding me close.
“I want to give you that, I really do,” I say. “But you heard my story, right? I don’t have anything. And this is my job now.”
“You don’t need a job.”
“I have to earn money! I have to take care of myself, and my cat, and—”
“I have money,” he interrupts. “You can have any of it. All of it. But you can’t let other people look at you.” He searches the ceiling like he’ll find an explanation that makes sense up in the boards. It must work, because when he refocuses on me, he says, “It’s not safe for anyone if you strip in front of them. I can’t control myself.” Hotly, sincerely, he adds, “I might murder someone if they look at you. I will definitely start chopping off dicks.”
He’s so primitive. Thinking of him as a caveman is probably more accurate than thinking of him as a Sasquatch.
Truthfully, I love it. I’m having trouble hiding the grin. I’m squirmy with delight. “If I promise to stop posing for everyone else, will you apologize for messing up their classroom?”
He frowns. “They were going to look at you.”
“But not anymore. I’m yours.”
Finally, Rutger starts calming down. “I’ll apologize. And replace their…stuff.” I don’t think he even knows what an easel is called. He’s an amazing artist in his own right, but he’s totally self-taught in this, and all things.
It just makes me love him harder.
I’m under his arm when he addresses the students he scared off, and I love how tightly he holds me, too.
“I shouldn’t have interrupted the class,” Rutger grunts out. “I am…sorry…for scaring all of you. I thought something was wrong.”
The murmurs from the class suggest forgiveness, although none of them are willing to look at me anymore. They have learned their lesson. I have too.
I belong to Rutger, and I should always be under his arm or on top of his dick.
It’s all I want.
Chapter 8
Rutger
Tess is bent over my patio railing, taking my huge cock where the whole forest can see. She’s wearing a fancy-shmancy historical dress. I’ve thrown it up over her back so I can see myself pushing in and pulling out of her. Our combined juices mingle on my dick and drip down my balls.