Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
My brother I know only too well, her not at all. Maybe the two of them have no idea that they’re after the same thing, namely sticking their noses in my shit. Or maybe they’re working together.
Either way if they’re gonna go to this much trouble I knew there was no point in me fighting. All I can do is let this shit play out until she gets the shit out of her system and move the hell on with her life, leaving me to mine.
So I answered when she called me in for lunch and made the necessary appreciative noises in all the right places and told myself that would be enough. But how was I to know that she’d stay in the damn room dusting and reaching and shit? Or that when she lifted her arm to clean a shelf in the kitchen that the light summer shirt she had on would ride up, exposing her creamy side.
And since when does your dick get hard at the sight of a woman’s side? I barely tasted whatever the hell it was she’d put on my plate. I knew it was some kind of vegetable pie thing with a flaky crust with what I assumed were little pieces of the venison she’d found in the freezer.
I guess from the look on her face when I got up from the table and left without a word that she was disappointed. She’d be more disappointed if I let my dick at her.
For the last five minutes I sat there watching her as she worked, with my head filled with visions of her bent over my kitchen table with her cunt stuffed full of cock, my cock.
I grabbed my phone from the bedroom and walked out of the house. “You gotta come and get this girl.”
“Why what’s the problem?” Little shit stain. Like I couldn’t detect the laughter in his voice. Obvious much?
“Just come and get her. Smithy made enough frozen meals to last me a while so I’m set for food and the place will keep until she’s feeling better so there’s no need for her to clean….
“No can do brother. If you want her gone you’re gonna have to do it yourself.
“You little….”
“You know on second thought, your niece was saying just this morning how much she misses Harley. Maybe…” I could still hear the fucker’s laughter after I hung up.
CASSIES
Wow, talk about rude. I wonder what’s eating him now? I’d made it a point to stay out of his way and not be too obtrusive. After not being turned away at the door the relief was so obvious that I was glad when he left right away after showing me where everything was. I didn’t want to give myself away after all.
As soon as he cleared the door I released the pent up breath I’d been holding since I pulled into his driveway. It didn’t take me any time at all to settle down once he was no longer there to distract me. I realized that his place had a calming effect, or maybe it was just being close to him again.
He hasn’t been very far from my thoughts these last few days; not since the night we met in fact. And once I stopped asking myself why that should be, and stopped trying to over analyze every little thing about our encounters, I found it easy to relax in his presence.
I hadn’t expected it to be this easy being all the way out here alone with him. But his home felt warm, welcoming, unlike its owner. And without his eyes following me, I took my time inspecting it.
You can tell a lot about a person by what you find in their home, and the more I inspected the sadder it made me. There was barely anything here except the basics. Everything was of the best quality sure, but there was no excess of anything.
The bookshelves were stocked with what I’d consider textbooks. Things like survival guides and the teaching of some Chinese philosopher. Not one fun read among the bunch.
I still hadn’t been able to bring myself to enter the bedroom though. I’d barely taken a peek in the door, long enough to notice the humongous bed that had yet to be made, before scurrying to the kitchen to make lunch. I’ll tackle the bed last.
While he sat eating and I pretended to be dusting I wondered if he noticed that I was cleaning the same place over and over again. He makes me nervous, check!
I released that breath again once he left though my feelings were just a little bit hurt. I thought for sure he’d appreciate the effort. As gruff as his manner was though, it didn’t dim my pleasure at being here.
That didn’t happen until I walked into his bedroom after I’d avoided it as long as I could without it being obvious and saw the lone picture on his nightstand.