Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“You mentioned going to work today, and you left your backpack on the front seat of your car,” he drawls lazily. “So it was obvious.”
Suddenly, realization strikes.
“OMG, my car! How will you get home? You drove my car here, so how will you get back?”
He grins mischievously. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find a way.”
“I can drive you—"
But Jason shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary. Thanks for the cookies, Olly. I appreciate it.”
Then he strides to the door, and pauses before opening the heavy slab. “Be sure to lock up after I leave, sweetheart.”
I nod quickly.
“Don’t worry, I always do.”
“Good. Stay safe, honey. Bye.”
Then, he disappears into the darkness and I sit there, still rooted to my table. OMG, what just happened? My hands fly up to my burning cheeks and I realize how rude I’ve been. I didn’t even see him out, instead letting Jason open his own door. Not only that, but we had a heart to heart of sorts. I don’t tell many people about the circumstances of my dad’s death, but with the handsome mechanic it felt natural and right.
Quickly, I get up, putting our dirty dishes into the sink. These can be taken care of tomorrow, but tonight, I just want to slip into bed and daydream a bit more about Jason Benning. After all, he’s done so much for me already, and I wonder why. Does he have an ulterior motive? Or is he truly just a nice guy at heart who’s also generous and kind?
I slip into my small bed, pulling the comforter up tight. Then, my lashes slowly close as I drift away with images of Jason Benning’s handsome features on my mind. What is he thinking about at this moment? I sigh and smile sleepily, hoping that he dreams of me.
5
Jason
A few nights later.
I shouldn’t be here. I sure as hell should turn around right now and let myself out of Olly’s cottage. Yet here I am, watching the pretty girl sleep once more.
What the fuck am I doing? You might think that meeting Olly in person would stop my treacherous behavior. Maybe I’d act like a normal person and meet her for dates in the bright light of day. But instead, talking and laughing with her in person has only made me want to watch her more.
So here I am. Even worse, the deception has increased. When I was at her cottage for tea, I saw that she left her house key on a little plate by the door. I swiped it, made a copy, and then let myself in later that night and returned the original to its place. What kind of dirty motherfucker does that? Only a criminal, obviously.
But now, here I am again. I’m in Olivia’s bedroom once more, staring at her curvy form as she sleeps. The sweet girl’s everything I’ve ever wanted in life. Her voluptuous body makes me want to dig my fingers in and never let go. Her innocent smile makes me want to kiss her and then devour anything she’ll give. Those breasts, that ass… I could go on, but I won’t.
Instead, I just watch. She’s lying in her bed with one arm askew like she’s waiting for a man to join her. The thin blanket she’s using tonight molds to her gorgeous shape, and the outline of her breasts is almost too much for me to handle. The two mountains rise with every breath and my fingers itch to stroke over those swells.
I’ve met this woman now. I’ve spoken to her and fixed her car. We are beyond the strangers we were just days ago, and I need to know more. I need to see more. Olly is all I ever think about these days, and I can barely focus on work because her sweet body keeps destroying my concentration. Fuck me.
At that moment, Olly shifts in the bed and one of her large breasts escapes the confines of the blanket. She’s wearing a tiny negligee, and when she shifts again, the huge tit literally pops out of the thin silk, creamy and pink-tipped like I knew it’d be.
I moan. How am I supposed to just stand here when Olly tempts me this way? Now would be the moment to leave. If Olly wakes up and finds me here, I’ll be shit out of luck. She’ll call the police and I’ll be thrown back in the slammer, for good reason too. Yet my feet stay rooted to the soft carpet, my back pressed against the cool wall even as my blood hums. I’m not going anywhere. I can’t.
Olly shifts again and her other breast tumbles out from her negligee, equally as big, round and soft. My fingers itch to squeeze them, and to mold them as she mewls. Then I want to suck each one until she’s clawing at my back, begging for me to take her.