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)
It seemed the more time that went by, whether we were together or not, the stronger those feelings became. By the time she placed the omelet with toast in front of me at the table I was rock hard and confused as hell.
This time when I was through eating I said thanks and see you later. I would’ve bolted from the room to hide my erection, but why bother. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t coming back here and putting up with my shit to clean my house and it definitely had nothing to do with repaying a debt.
After that short as shit phone call from my brother I’d lost all doubt that there was something up with those two. But it’s because I’d spent another restless night worrying about whether or not I’d hurt her with my gruffness that had me toeing the line.
I still wasn’t sure where this shit was going or even if I wanted it to go anywhere, and that’s where the fear came in, maybe. That and there was so much more plaguing my mind.
Like the fact that I’d never felt anything like this before. That I didn’t trust the quickness in which this had all happened. I’d met her just a few short days ago, and yet…and yet it feels like I’d known her forever.
The fact that she stayed on my mind more than any one thing has in the past three and a half years was also very telling, and let’s not forget the number she was doing on my dick. My shit hasn’t been this hard for anyone in a long fucking time.
So I left her in there and headed outside to the shed. It was the dead of summer but I grabbed my axe and decided now was as good a time as any to stock up on firewood. It was either that or drag her off to my bed by her hair and fuck her until this ache went away.
CASSIE
I stood still as a statue after he left, letting the fact that I was really here settle in. From the minute I showed up, expecting him to reject me again, until he actually sat down to eat, I’ve been on pins and needles. Sure his brother and I wanted this for him, but who’s to say that he wants the same.
Now I have no doubt that he does, at least some part of me anyway. I had to lean my hand against the edge of the table and catch my breath. There was a sweet tingle low in my tummy and even lower, between my thighs.
Was that his…thing? Of course it was you ninny. A man like him wouldn’t stuff socks down his drawers like the boys in high school used to. That’s most definitely all him.
I had the urge to press my hand against the heated flesh between my thighs for some relief but was too embarrassed. What if he caught me? The thought made my cheeks heat with a blush.
For the rest of the morning the sight of his bulge was never too far from my thoughts. I don’t know why I found his want of me so sexy, but knowing that his reaction is an involuntary one that he has no control over and yet….
I fanned my face as I dragged the sheets off his bed. I kept imagining him taking me there and the pictures in my head were so vivid they were almost real. I’d been a bit skeptical about coming into this room again after what happened last time, but I shored up my resolve and forged ahead.
This time I had a completely different reaction to the picture next to his bed, so close. I understood a little bit more now about the way he reacts to his reaction to me. Guilt! Words hardly ever work very well with guilt, but actions do.
Maybe if I can get him to see that it’s okay to love again, that it’s not a betrayal. But to do that I’m gonna have to come out of my shell, to leave my comfort zone far behind and do some pursuing of my own.
The thought was just slightly nauseating, but when measured against the end result, my fear of making a fool of myself came up short. So it was with my mind made up that I entered the forbidden lair again.
Once I was done there and the laundry was folded and put away, there was really nothing more left for me to do. So I headed back to the kitchen and dragged out one of his big cast iron pots from beneath the cupboard and got the stuff I needed to make him a big pot of chili.
Mind you I’ve never made chili before, but two things made me decide on this. Well three actually. One, he looks like the kind of man who’d enjoy his chili. The rough outdoors type.