Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
I shook my head at myself. What a dumbass I was to give February my shirt without checking the pockets first. Served me damn right to be in this position.
About five minutes later, the man finally came out of the house carrying something. Once again, it took him forever to get from point A to point B. It would be a miracle if Axe wasn’t whacking off to February’s photo as we spoke. Pretty sure I’d totally screwed myself.
The man handed me a small plastic bag. At first I thought it was weed, but then I realized there were two cookies inside. “Here are some treats my daughter made. I hope you enjoy them. Thank you again for driving me home.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the sweet gesture. “Thanks, buddy. I appreciate it.”
“Bless you,” he said.
The cookies looked good, but I doubted they were worth the consequences of this delay. This time I couldn’t afford to wait for Jim to safely reenter the house. I drove off and was lucky I didn’t get a ticket as I rushed to my aunt’s.
Thankfully, I could see my brother through the window, so I knew he was home.
Out of breath, I knocked on the door.
He opened a few seconds later. “What the hell? Why are you knocking like that?”
“I need your phone.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Never mind why. Just give it to me.”
My brother shook his head. “Fuck that. I just got it back. Why would I give it to you again?”
“Axe…” I scolded.
“What?”
“Give me the fucking phone…”
“Not until you tell me why you need it.”
I searched his eyes for a moment because I needed to know if he’d seen the photo. He looked genuinely confused, which told me I might still be safe. My brother wasn’t the type to hide his amusement very well. So, while I still didn’t know how I was gonna get the phone from him, I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t too late.
“I just need to see the phone for a minute. I’ll give it right back.”
He crossed his arms. “Not until you tell me why.”
My brother had a point. There was no logical reason for him to hand over his phone when I had just given it back to him. If I was going to get it, I had to do something rash, something a little insane, which was exactly how I felt when it came to that woman.
I leapt forward before Axe had a chance to react, reaching into his back pocket where I knew he typically carried his phone.
His hair was all messed up when I let him go. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”
“Give me five minutes. I’ll be back with it then.”
“I thought you said a minute,” he called after me as I ran out of his house.
Escaping into my truck, I took off down the road so he couldn’t see what I was doing.
I parked on a side street, and my finger shook as I pulled up the photo library.
Sure enough, the most recent photo was the most beautiful set of tits I’d ever seen staring back at me. As promised, February’s middle finger was right between them. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I imagined what would’ve happened had my brother found this first. I’d dodged a bullet.
I took a few minutes to just stare at the photo, my mouth watering as I imagined pulling one of those perfectly pink nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. I’d been in a dry spell lately, and this was probably the last thing I needed—especially since I’d already vowed not to let anything happen with this woman, even if she was tempting as all hell. That didn’t change the fact that she was only traveling through town and was probably the last woman I should be messing around with. But isn’t it always the one you can’t have that you want?
Blood rushed to my dick as my finger rubbed gently over the screen, tracing her creamy mounds. Fuck. One more minute, I told myself. Then you have to let go. Only one more minute, and then I’d delete the damn thing and never look at it again. I’d have to remember to delete it from the trash folder on his phone as well.
After my minute was up—maybe it was ten minutes—my fingers hovered over the delete button. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. As far as I was concerned, this photo was gold. I texted it to myself instead before deleting the photo from Axe’s library and from the deleted photos file. Maybe now I could go on with my damn night and start functioning like a normal human instead of a feral cat.
I drove back to my aunt’s house. As expected, Axe was pissed.
He held up his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”