Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His jaw ticks. “You have no idea what it’s like to not be able to use your fuckin’ hands. I can’t even have a god damned wank.”
I bite my lip, my god do I bite it. I bite it so hard it hurts, but it’s the only thing that’ll stop me from bursting out laughing. I didn’t even consider the fact that without women, the man can’t relieve himself. I know men like to do that, and it hadn’t even crossed my mind that he can’t.
Oh, boy.
He stares at me. “If you fuckin’ laugh ...”
“I’m not,” I practically wheeze. “I’m sorry you can’t, ah, stroke the log. It must be hard.”
He blinks, slowly. “Hard? It’s fuckin’ torture. I can’t have a woman around here, not a single fuckin’ thing to do but sit here and drown in my own cum.”
Oh, my god.
He’s so dramatic.
I bet he pulled the old “blue balls” line on girls when he was younger to get them to do what he wanted.
He is studying me now, like he’s got an idea.
“You could help me out.”
Oh, lord.
He’s really right upfront about it, isn’t he?
“I’m your nurse.”
“It’d take a fuckin’ minute of your day, nobody needs to know.”
“I’m not a mechanical hand.”
“Then suck it.”
Sweet Jesus.
“Yeah, but there was that time you told me I couldn’t give you a boner if I tried and that kind of put a sour taste in my mouth. Also, I don’t like giving pleasure without pleasure in return, I’m not one of those ‘fake it till’ you make it’ kind of girls. I need my fix, also.”
“You want pleasure? I can give you pleasure. I don’t have hands to use but I’ve got a mouth. Do we have a deal?”
God. He’s just so ... bold.
“No, we do not have a deal. You can’t stand me.”
“I’ll close my eyes.”
“Oh, my god, you’re the most unromantic dick bag I’ve ever met. How do you get the nickname Papi when you’re not charming, like at all? No. I’m not going to help you. I’m going to watch you suffer because I don’t sit around and get treated like that only to drop to my knees and give you what you want.”
His scowl is back.
“You’re a fuckin’ pain in the ass anyway. You’re right, it wouldn’t get hard for you.”
“Oh, it would get hard. It would get so hard it would explode before I even touched it. I know how beautiful I am, sir, and I can tell you ... you’d be lucky to have even a piece of this.”
He grunts. “Not interested.”
“You were just proposing I suck your dick.”
“I changed my mind. I need somethin’ to make my dick twitch, and every time you open your mouth, it shrinks a little.”
Oh.
He’s making me angry right now.
“Calm yourself, I could touch that thing right now and it’d stand up for me.”
“Yeah, nah, it fuckin’ wouldn’t.”
My brows go up and I cross my arms. “Oh, it would.”
“It. Wouldn’t.”
Is this some sort of challenge?
Because I will win it.
“Is that a bet?”
He snorts, smirking. It’s the first time I’ve seen him smirk. “You want to make a bet with me that you can give me a boner?”
“Yep.” I say firmly.
“And what’s in it for me?”
“I give you a boner, then you start being nice to me. I don’t give you a boner, then I’ll relieve that pressure for you.”
He narrows his eyes. “Fine, go ahead and try, it’ll give me some sort of fuckin’ entertainment around here. But, there are rules.”
I cross my arms. “Name them.”
“You can’t touch my dick. Any man can get a boner if their dick is being stroked. You think you’ve got it in you to be able to bring it up without laying a single hand on it?”
“Honey,” I grunt, flicking my hair back. “Have you seen this ass?”
He crosses his arms. “Yeah, it ain’t for me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You’ve got two weeks, then I’m gettin’ this house full of fuckin’ women to ride my cock until the walls are dripping in cum. Though we won’t get that far, because after a week you’ll see it’s not working and have to give in and give me what I want.”
“You disgust me, and it’ll never happen.”
He grins, and it makes my heart do funny things because he’s spectacular when he grins.
“We’ll see.”
Oh.
We’ll see alright.
3
“Oh my god, what?” Eve laughs, throwing her head back. “Only you could get yourself into a position like that.”
“To be fair,” I say, crossing my arms and scowling at her, “you had a turf war with your man, so ...”
She giggles. “I know, but your bet is that you can give him a boner. A boner!”
I grin, because I can’t help it. “Well, he was frustrating me and it just kind of happened. The problem is, the man is determined, and I think it’s very possible he can keep it down.”