Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
That meant a quick shower, where I took care of her. She returned the favor, taking her time, dragging her hands over my skin, and making my cock come alive. Neither of us was able to stay away from the other. Her back met the cool marble wall, and I used my cock to get both of us off together, the same way we did on the couch, only this time, I led the entirety of the show, and what a fucking show it was. When we recovered, I dried her off, not allowing her to do the same for me, or I’d want to do something stupid like fuck her senseless. When I finally get inside my woman, I want nothing but time.
“There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t want to know, Letty.” She’s in my bed, wearing one of my shirts and plastered to my side with a leg hitched over my thigh. The thin fabric of her panties does nothing to keep me calm. I can feel the heat and outline of her pussy, and I'm pretty damn sure I can smell her arousal, too.
“I’m not so sure of that.” There is worry in her tone.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”
“Letty Barnes isn’t my name.” The words come out fast. I wish I had kept a light on a little bit longer so she can see that I’m not upset in the least. What I do notice is the tension leaves her body with the admission she gives me. “Wait, that’s not what I mean. Letty is my name. The last name is my grandma’s maiden name on my mom’s side. I, um, when my mom died, I was still living with her husband, Josh. I thought he was just being a decent human being, letting me stay there while I finished my college degree. Then I overheard a conversation, one that wasn’t meant for my ears.”
Letty moves from my arms to sit up and runs her fingers through her hair. I lean over my side of the bed to flip the light switch on. She needs to see I’m not upset with her omission of the truth.
“Keep going,” I encourage her. My hand finds hers, and I entwine our fingers and bring them to my mouth to kiss her knuckles.
“Well, Josh, that’s my stepfather’s name. Actually, I’m not sure if he is now that Mom is gone, but anyways. Apparently, he has a gambling problem, a big one. I should have seen the signs. His fancy car disappeared, he started driving Mom’s since she was in his car when the accident happened, and the insurance company replaced it. Josh’s fancy watches were no longer on his wrists, either, and he was at home more than he was at work. Little things, you know, but still, I didn’t see them as red flags. Maybe I was too lost in my grief or oblivious. Either way, I should have known. When it looks like shit, smells like shit, well, it must be shit.”
The soft chuckle at the end breaks up some of the forlornness in what she’s talking about. I’m not happy that she’s been through losing her mom, and that her stepdad being a piece of shit is the reason for her using a different last name.
“Nothing you're saying is making me upset about you hiding your identity, Letty. I’m pissed about the piece of shit who made you feel the need to do so.”
“Well, about that. The conversation and what I saw from what I’ve dubbed the goon squad, well, it wasn’t about what they’d do to Josh. It’s what they’d do to me.” I can see the revulsion roll off her body in waves. Meanwhile, mine is locked up tight. There are multiple ways to interpret her words, and none of them are any good. “Nobody saw or heard me sitting at the top of the stairs, and when everybody left, I did the only thing I could think of. I devised a plan, then packed the essentials and stole a large sum of money from Joshua’s safe, you know, the money he could have given the assholes, and I left the next morning.”
“Come here, Letty.” I pull her into me. She comes willingly as I settle my back against the headboard and place her in my lap.
“I’m sorry, Matthew. Honestly, I am. And that’s not the worst of it. I think, well, it feels like somebody may be watching me. I don’t know if it’s Josh or the people he owes money to. The feeling comes and goes, but I might have brought trouble to your doorstep.” I cup her face. When she tries to look away, one lone tear slides down her cheek, and my thumb chases it away.