Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Um…my place?”
One palm unexpectedly slides the length of my curves to wolfishly help himself to a handful of my ass, an action that receives a loud whimper. “Like you fuckin’ mean it, baby.”
“My place.” The slight twitch of his swollen cock against me aids in finding my firmer vocal footing. “Now.”
Chapter 6
Thayne
First blocked by a moody teen.
Now…an alien?
What in the Talking Heads is going on today?!
Blowing a whistle on the play – on the very obvious sponsored by Boys II Men play – is getting to playoffs difficult yet done. “Uh…you’ve got…a guest?”
Rather than flop onto the edge of her queen-sized mattress, Gilly glances over her shoulder to where I’ve kicked my chin in order to see a pale, heart shaped plastered face pressed against her window. “That’s Owlfonso!”
Alright then.
Not an alien but an owl.
Better?
Same?
Whichever it is, it’s still in the net blocking what was in the process of naked happening.
Somethin’ I haven’t done in far, far too long.
“He’s my owl,” she exclaims prior to turning around completely in my arms to enthusiastically wave.
He immediately extends his wings and hisses.
Not hoots.
Fuckin’. Hisses.
“You sure that’s an owl, Gillybean?” I nervously investigate, hands settling comfortably on her hips. “That doesn’t sound like a hoot to me.”
“Barn owls don’t hoot. They hiss.” She momentarily locks eyes with me again. “Shouldn’t you know that? Didn’t you grow up on a farm? Or farmland? Or a ranch?”
“Doesn’t mean I’ve seen every critter that’s out there.”
Her giggles precede her sweetly turning back around to face the creature still observing us. “That’s fair especially considering the fact they’re silent flyers.”
“We talkin’ Simon & Garfunkel?”
More snickers escape as she shakes her head at the song reference. “You know I don’t actually play a lot of music for him. He’s more a TV guy.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “We talkin’ Animal Planet or Yellowstone?”
“What’s Yellowstone?”
“Modern western drama I feel like Grams won’t have to tie you to the couch to watch with her.”
Gilly giggles once more as images of her gossiping with Grams pop into my mind.
Them baking pies during the holidays.
Or on a random Thursday.
Me being the first up to make them coffee.
Sitting on the porch beside them while the sun comes up during the offseason.
Brodeurblessmyblocker, how does one woman fit so effortlessly into everything?
How could I not believe she’s meant for me considering how easily she does?
“He’s definitely a soap’s guy, although,” her attention lingers on him, “he does enjoy hockey during the season.”
“My kinda pet.”
“Technically, he’s not a pet.”
“We talkin’ like the difference between checkin’ and chargin’?”
“It’s not legal – unless you are some sort of rehabilitation center – nor are they much for that ‘pet life’.” Owlfonso rests his head on the clear glass prompting my date to slightly lean her forehead forward. Post the action, he scurries off, leaving her to face me during the last of her explanation. “He comes to eat stuff out of my garden right there,” Gilly kicks her thumb over her shoulder, “like bugs and spiders and lizards, but also any kind of rodent. Pretty sure he keeps the whole block cleaned, but since I’m the only one with an owl box for him to nest in when he wants, I’m pretty sure he likes me the best.”
“Can’t say I blame him.”
The faintest blush hits her cheeks prior to her sweetly curling her fingers around the edge of my suspenders. “Sorry, he completely ruined the vibe.”
My mouth swiftly swoops down to feather her lips alongside a cooed, “Did he?”
Soft whimpers invite my tongue to dip inside where it unhurriedly rolls around and around and around, loosening her limbs.
Softening her frame until we’re tumbling together onto her mattress.
Our impact initially bounces around the pillows and blankets but also a loose tube of lipstick that prompts me to suggest, “Might wanna get that before we make the wrong kinda mess.”
Confusion accompanies her head turning; however, it transposes into instant horror upon spotting the small silver tube with a pink lid. “Ohmygod!”
Her scurrying to not only catch but hide the object has me rolling off her in suspicion. “Is that not…lip stuff?”
“Ohmygod,” she murmurs to herself, face rapidly reddening. “Nonononono!” The object gets violently shoved into what appears to be a decorative basket on the bottom of her glass bedside table. “Icantbelieveyoujustsawthat!”
“Not entirely sure at all what I jus’ saw if it ain’t makeup.”
She snaps her crimson complexion in my direction. “Let’s pretend that it is!”
“Or…” my body takes on a completely upright sitting position, “we can be actual adults and healthily discuss what I’m now guessin’ was a sex toy.” Seeing her lips press firmly together innocently pulls mine upward. “Am I right?”
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” leaves her right above a whisper.
“Is that ‘cause you’re embarrassed to have it?”
“Yes.” Gilly’s teeth chomp down aggressively on her bottom lip. “No.” The sight of her brow pulling tightly together sparks an ache in my chest. “Maybe?” It’s impossible to ignore the nervous fidgeting her fingers begin in her lap. “Idontknow. Should I be?” There isn’t an actual pause long enough for me to respond. “Kira – the bestie that initially pulled me away from you in Middlebrook – she has a whole philosophy that if your man can’t get the job done then you train him how and not take the easy way out with toys while Aly – the bestie that was there to see your bestie apparently not get married – insists they’re the perfect accessory for every sexcasion, and Rhonnie – my patient service lead – swears they’re a necessity for every single woman on the planet with a pulse and working vag.” Her bare shoulders slump in defeat. “And I would tell you what my brother thinks – because yeah we’re that level of close to where we talk about basically everything – but I don’t wanna go total scorched earth with the guy I hope will someday still wanna see me naked.”