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)
Fuck that.
I may have been young, but I wasn’t dumb. I heard the lore all around the fire station. It’s the equivalent to Dear John letters, except you’re in the same town, and instead of them breaking up with you through a letter, it’s done in a different sort of way. One that makes you lose trust in a shit ton of humanity. And for me, it meant closing myself off, and now I have for years. There hasn’t been a single woman who’s had me ready to change my mind. Until her.
Now, my stagnant libido is at an all-time high and I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself and off my dick.
I’m making my way through the house, grabbing my headphones and phone on the way to the front door. I’ve already got a pair of athletic shorts on as well as sneakers on my feet. All I need is music and to get out on the road. Maybe it’ll help clear my damn mind. I walk through the house, hitting up the living room to turn the TV off as well as the table lamp. After I’m sure everything is shut down, I pop my headphones in, toss my phone on the table, and let the music sync to my watch.
Once I’ve got some heavy metal blaring through my ears, I walk out the front door. The automatic key and deadbolt have come in handy since I replaced the old one. My family can come and go as they please. Usually to check on the place, drop a meal or two off, or sometimes Kennedy and Briar will hang in the backyard. They’ll use the pool, eat my food, and some days, they’ll even spend the night. Briar considers it a mini-vacation of sorts since their apartment complex doesn’t have a pool. Shit, it barely has a running laundry area. Another thing Kennedy will do at my house or our parents’. I’ve tried to tell her to move in with me until she’s saved enough to buy a house, but she won’t hear a single word of it. Damn woman and her stubborn pride.
The door closes behind me, and I start doing my stretches before heading out for a five-mile run. I’d much rather lift weights, but I’m not stepping foot in the fire station until my next shift. I know how my luck works. They’ll somehow manage to put me on rotation, and today is not the day for it. I’m too fucking antsy, jonesing for a woman I’ve never even met.
My arm is over my head, stretching my side, when a glimpse of movement catches my attention. I look to my left and notice there’s only one car in the driveway versus the three plus a U-Haul truck. It seems my new neighbor is alone. She’s outside, hands on her hips, shaking her head. I’m too busy looking at her and what is clinging to her pretty, pale skin, some kind of top that barely holds her tits in place. The thin straps don’t do much in the way of keeping me from thinking about yanking them down her shoulders and baring her to me, making me wonder what color her nipples would be and how they’d taste. Her bare mid-rift does nothing to deter me from looking my fill. The tight biker-style shorts hug her hips, flaring out before narrowing in. My mouth waters thinking about marching my ass over there and doing more than watching. I want to touch and taste every last inch of her.
She starts the lawn mower, pulling the chord until the engine catches, making everything move in way that has my cock trying to perk up. The smile that spreads across her face and the small fist pump in the air have me staying back. I step off the front porch, attempting to keep my cock in my shorts and my eyes on the pavement. It’s hard as fuck to do so, probably why I’m swinging my head back toward the alluring beauty. She notices me, gives me a slight nod of her head and a smile. I do the same and lift my hand in a wave while watching as she skates a path with her eyes down the length of my body. My tongue slides out, coating my lips, and I see her look my way again. It’s only for a moment, a damn shame, too, because I’d love to see what she’d look like when there’s no one around. Including the car gliding into her driveway. The older couple barely park before the woman is stepping out of the car. I wave to them as well and then hit the ground running. One day soon, I’ll know her name and a hell of a lot more.