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)
By her.
She’s the unexpected.
She’s breathtaking.
She’s everything.
I may be fifty or so feet away from her with a passenger side window in my way, but I see her. I see all of her. The way she carries herself, strong shoulders held back, head tilted up, her tits that bounce when she walks, and they’re definitely more than a handful. A slim waist with hips flaring out. And her ass… Jesus, my mouth waters at the thought of getting every piece of me on the woman. My dick comes to life in my jeans, and I already know I’m gone for her, and I’ve never even met her.
I continue watching as she walks up the driveway, entering what should be an empty house with people surrounding her, and with that, I lose sight of her.
The mystery woman.
Estelle’s place has been sitting without her in it for well over a year now. Today, that seems to have changed with all of the activity happening. Estelle moved into an assisted living facility when her place became too much for her to take care of. We all offered to pick up with what we could, but she wasn’t having any of that. Instead, the house sat. A cleaning service would come once a month and a lawn company twice a month. Though, that’s slowed down significantly judging by the grass. It’s clear she put plans in place, but what they are will be anyone’s guess.
This new development has me puzzled. There isn’t or hasn’t been a For Sale sign in the front yard that I can recall. Maybe there was and I had no idea. Between working at the fire station and my side job, it’s anybody’s guess what could have happened in the last few weeks. Hopefully, after the next few shifts I’m on, the new hires will start rolling in and I can go back to picking up an extra shift here or there instead of being on mandatory overtime like we all have been lately.
Instead of heading inside like I should, I stay put, watching for a moment to try and figure out what’s going on. It’s not every day someone sells or moves out of the neighborhood. With most of the houses here built in the forties through maybe the sixties, people tend to stick around for the long haul. It’s an everyone-seems-to-know-everyone type of situation, and if we don’t, well, we all at least give a nod or a lift of our fingers to say hello.
My eyes go back and forth, tracking everyone’s movements as they follow her inside. There’s a shit ton of people for what I know is a small two-bedroom, one-bathroom bungalow-style home. Similar to my own except where Estelle doesn’t have a garage, my place does, and I’ve got more bedrooms. It’s also a bit newer in age than hers by a handful of years, and since her place has been sitting empty for a while, I’m willing to guess it’s going to need some work done to it. Hence the need for so many people because surely, whoever owns it now isn’t moving in just yet.
I watch as the four men, all wearing hats of some kind, baseball style or cowboy hat, as well as three women, an older one which I’m gathering is with the man sporting more salt than pepper hair, enter the house. One guy with a black cowboy hat has his hand on a girl who looks similar to her, so I’m assuming it’s her sister. That leaves two guys and two women for me to put the pieces together with. Except now, all of them are inside, and I’m fucked trying to distinguish who belongs to whom. I close my eyes, tipping my head back until it’s relaxed on the head rest, and take another moment to gather myself.
I grab the door handle, figuring I’m not going to see the elusive woman again, when my phone starts to ring. My truck radio announces, “Kennedy calling.” I grab my phone and bring it to my ear, disconnecting the Bluetooth. The damn thing is so loud people will be able to hear it two doors down.
“Hello,” I answer on the third ring.
“Uncle Ash, I’m stayin’ with you!” My niece, Briar, doesn’t even bother saying hello. She went straight for what she’s after.
“Hey, Ash, sorry about that.” Kennedy, my younger sister, jumps in. She’s a single mom, and I’d like to do a fuck ton of damage to her ex-baby daddy, Chris. He’s not in the picture on the regular, barely pays child support, and when he makes a sudden appearance, it’s a rarity. Kenny or I make it to where it’s supervised visitation when Chris is anywhere near Briar. “That’s not how we ask, Briar,” Kennedy says to her six-year-old daughter. She gets excited and forgets to ask instead of telling, like she is now. Shit comes with the territory, and I don’t begrudge Bri for a minute.