Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Hey, brother man,” Drake says.
“How’s it going in Seattle?” I asked since I haven’t heard from him since he left.
“It’s fucking fabulous. I’d tell you to come up here for all the women, but that’s pointless because you didn’t take advantage of the ones you had there.” God, is he watching me? Does he know how bad I want to take advantage of his little sister?
“Always about women,” I sigh.
“Are you gay? You can tell me. I’m your friend and I’m in the most liberal city around. Trust me there’s nothing wrong with it. It can be pretty nice to have a guy go…”
“Hey, hey. No, I’m not gay, and I don’t want to hear about your sexual escapades. I’m just waiting for the right woman and the right time.”
“Wow, okay. So anyway, how is my sister doing? Driving you insane yet?”
“Not too much, then again, like I told you before. I don’t see her that often. I’m working all hours and she’s doing her school thing.”
“Plus, she’s got a job now too. I’ve sent her some money because she didn’t have any food.”
“No food? Son of a bitch. I hadn’t thought about any of that. She got a job?”
“Yeah, she got one two days ago. She needed money to survive now unlike before when my mom was buying groceries and stuff, but it’s not like it’s your responsibility to feed her. I asked you to give her a place to stay.” What the fuck? I had no damn idea.
“Still, I would have made sure she was fed or at least gotten groceries in the house. Yeah, I guess I hadn’t talked to her. I’m glad I lent her my other car then.”
“Thanks for that, by the way. I hate the idea of her taking the bus around Dallas in the middle of the night.” She’s not going to be doing that at all.
“Where is she working?” I asked.
“At the mall food court.”
“Well, it looks like she’s not home right now, but I’m about to go inside and eat before going to sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Get some sleep and thanks again for looking out for Everly. She’s everything to us.”
“No problem.” I ended the call and exited my truck, feeling like an asshole because I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into Everly and bury my cock deep inside her. Drake wouldn’t understand what his sister does to me. I’m twisted in my desire for her. It’s fucking great that I’m constantly busy and don’t have time to dwell on the urge to fuck her tight little hole.
When I entered the apartment, it smelled good. I walked over to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. I went to the store. I needed some ingredients for dinner.
Just as I set the note down, the door unlocks. My head turns, and in walks Everly, looking beautiful with too many damn bags in her hands. “Everly, what are you doing carrying all that?”
“No second trips,” she says, giving me a wink and a grunt. I rush over and snag them all from her. Some of them are too damn heavy.
“Next time, we’ll go to the store together, or I can do it. That shit is too heavy for you to be carrying.”
“I’m not a weakling, Dr. Martinez.”
“I know, but I’m supposed to be taking care of you, and I apparently haven’t been doing a very good job.” I cup her chin. “How long have you been going around without eating?”
“Who told you that?”
“Drake just called me.”
“It hasn’t been that bad. Honestly, I snagged some granola bars you had in the cabinet, a bit of the meals your mom left, except the lasagna, not a fan of pasta. Besides, my new job gives me one free sandwich at the end of my shift. So, I have had one meal twice this week for free.” She winks.
“No more with the starving bullshit. If you’re fucking hungry you tell me, okay?”
“Um…”
“Don’t dare try to argue with me, little girl. Just do me a favor and say, ‘yes’.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“God, you’re a brat.”
She bounces on her toes, with a smile. “True, but I have to cook, so we don’t starve and so you can get some sleep.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No.”
“Okay, well I’m going to hop into the shower.”
“It should be done in about half an hour.” I nodded and walked away, avoiding the desire to taste her lips. My body aches to pull her in my arms. Still, I resist and head into my bedroom for a hot shower. I need to wash off the gross day and the lingering filthy thoughts I have of Everly. Although I’m not sure how much good that will do since we actually have time to spend together.
I undress and toss my clothes in the hamper, which is full, reminding me that I need to do laundry tomorrow since it’s my day off. When I step inside, the hot water feels good against my skin, and I let out a deep groan. After squeezing the last of the soap onto my washcloth, I realize I’m going to need to run to the store. Perhaps Everly needs some items as well.