Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I’m gonna take it as a win in my book. Text me when you’re home, preferably inside the house and not once you’re parked.” She rolls her eyes.
“Yes, Dad.” I can’t help that she lives in an apartment building where people are coming and going all hours of the night. Even if she were to live in a house, I’d tell her the same damn thing.
“Love you, brat.”
“Love you, too, Ash.”
“I love you more!” comes from the backseat.
“Love you, pipsqueak. Have fun tomorrow.” When Kennedy texts me when she’s home, I’ll ask if Briar needs some money for a souvenir tomorrow. She’ll probably say no, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.
I close the door and watch as they back out of the driveway. Once all I can see is taillights, my gaze moves over to Lennon’s. There’s no extra vehicle parked along the curb or in the driveway. I’m debating back and forth in my mind whether I should head to her place and let her know who I am when my feet start moving before my fucking head gets with the program.
The sun is slowly starting to set when I take the steps two at a time up her front porch. I stop for a moment and look around, noticing everything she’s accomplished in such a short amount of time. The yard looks better than when the company was doing it. They did the bare essentials—mow, weed-eat, and blatantly forgot about edging. All of that is taken care of and the flower beds are no longer weed factories. There’s furniture on the porch, an area rug, and a couple of pots with flowers. This woman has been hustling.
My thumb hits the doorbell, then I place my hands in my pockets. I rock back on my heels. Since Briar isn’t hanging out with me tonight, I figure I’ll head over to Jagger’s to shoot the shit and let him know what’s going on at the Randalls in person. After our pool adventures, Briar was starving. She took a quick bath to wash off the chlorine, and then, while she was eating, watched TV in my bedroom, the door open so I could listen for any choking or her moving around where she shouldn’t go, like the back fucking door to the pool. Which reminds me; I need to replace the batteries on the chime. It officially took a shit, and I had none on hand to replace them. While I’d pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, Briar grabbed a pair of jammies and settled in for the night.
“Coming!” Lennon’s says through the door, that one word coming out more muffled than she probably realizes. I don’t respond. She probably wouldn’t hear me anyway. I look around the porch once again, noticing the paint fading in some areas and flaking in others. I’m not sure what all Lennon plans to do with Estelle’s place now that she’s moved in. It might be a short-term deal, or maybe she’s in it for the long haul.
“Just a minute,” she says. I hear the turn of the lock. Good fucking girl. “Did you forget something?” Lennon opens the door abruptly, and I come face to face with the woman who has my cock in a constant state of hardness. The kicker, the one that has me ready to lose my ever-loving mind…
She’s in nothing but a towel.
Her hair is soaking wet, water droplets coat her smooth milky skin, and the one that’s tempting the most is sliding between the cleavage of her breasts.
“Oh shit, you’re not the Johnsons.” I watch as she tightens her hold on the dark green towel.
“Nope, can’t say that I am. My name’s Ash, and I live next door.” I hold my hand out, offering to shake hers, when what I really want to do is back her up to the first available wall, couch, table, or mattress. I’d take any of the options at this point. I take in every single thing I can. She licks her lips, moistening them, and my eyes watch the entire scene play like a film before me. There’s a small freckle above her upper lip, lips that are a dark pink and only turn darker when the moisture is left in her tongue’s wake.
“Sorry about this. I thought you were someone else. I’m Lennon, or Lennie.” Her small hand slides inside mine. Yeah, staying away from her is going to be impossible. What I don’t expect to see behind her smile is a look in her eyes, one I can’t quite decipher.
“Not a problem. I’m Asher Fontaine.” I reluctantly pull my hand away, dropping it back into my pocket. I fear if I don’t, I’ll do something reckless. Like pull her into me or loosen the towel and watch it drop to the floor while I look my fill.