Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
The guys were all smiling when they saw what I had given Dougie. Even Mrs. Nash. Obviously I had done well. I walked up to Sam, who still had Kayla and gave him a quick hug before heading over to Mrs. Nash and wrapping her up in my arms, giving her support as we watched the dirt slowly fill up the hole.
Chapter 12
Groaning, I rolled over into bed. This was supposed to be a day I could sleep in, but of course not. It had been a little over three weeks since Dougie’s funeral and we were just starting to get back into the groove. Kayla and Anne (Mrs. Nash) were settled into the duplex that was in the historical district downtown. We spent a lot of time together, and we tried to have Kayla over every couple of days so Anne could have some me time.
Sam was in the garage working on a new Chopper for his friend that he went into the service with. Luckily I still had around three more weeks until school started again, and I also had the day off of work. Sam had kissed me before he left telling me to get a little more sleep and to come see him when I woke.
I had been asleep for what felt like minutes, but turning over and glancing at the clock it was 3 hours since Sam had left to start work. Oops. The shrill ringing of the house phone sounded again, so I rolled over and picked up the phone that Sam had on his side of the bed.
“Hello?” I answered into the phone.
“Who the fuck is this? Where is Sam?” a woman asked, sounding more than a little bitchy.
“Cheyenne. Can I help you?” I asked, trying to hold on to my patience.
“Cheyenne who? And what are you doing in my house?” she said a little more shrill like this time.
“I live here. Now, I am not trying to start anything with you, but I don’t really like being yelled at for no reason. Now, what can I help you with?” I said, standing up now then picking my phone up and texting Sam at the same time telling him he needed to get here now.
“Listen Bitch, go trot your fat ass out to Sam and tell him that Leah is on the phone.” She said snottily. “You know, his girlfriend?”
At that I came unglued. I didn’t know this bitch thought she was, but it definitely wasn’t Sam’s girlfriend, since I was his girlfriend. Glancing down at my bear legs that were covered up a little bit with Sam’s old ratty army t-shirt that had the sleeves cut out, I counted to ten very slowly. Then I started over because it was obvious that ten wasn’t enough. I gripped the phone a little tighter and looked up when Sam started in through the door. Seeing him didn’t assuage my anger though.
“No, you listen you cumdumpster. I don’t really care who you are, but I’m not going to listen to you call me names when you don’t even know who I am, and I sure as fuck am not going to go get Sam. All you had to do was ask nicely and I would have gotten him for you. You must be delusional if you think he is yours since he has been seeing me for months, I don’t hear him groaning your name when I make him come.” I hung up and then glared daggers at Sam.
“Who. The. Fuck. Is Leah?” I asked him quite bitchily.
Sam’s eyebrows raised, and he started walking towards me. I held up my hand to stop him from coming near me. He stopped, and then crossed his arms across his massive chest.
“Was that who was on the phone?” he asked calmly. But his copper eyes looked like they were on fire. He was obviously pissed, whether it was at me or the mysterious Leah I didn’t know. I nodded since I was still a little enraged, and didn’t trust myself not to say something mean.
He let out a breath of air and said, “Leah used to by my girlfriend. It was an on and off relationship. I haven’t seen or talked to her in about six months.”
“So where does she come off talking to me that way?” I asked irately.
“I don’t know, but if she does it again she won’t like the consequences. It never occurred to me that she would call here. We didn’t leave on the best of terms.” He said.
“Why am I just now hearing about her? You knew about my lack of past relationships. I would think she at least warranted a little FYI. The topic has been discussed before! And why would she have your new number if you only got it five months ago?” I yelled at him. I’m not quite sure why, but she had really upset me and he was here, so I took it out on him. I knew I wasn’t acting too rational, but my mouth wouldn’t listen to my mind.
When I finished my last sentence he decided he wasn’t going to stay away from me anymore. I tried to back up but my back hit the wall, it wouldn’t have mattered if I had room anyway because he was on me in seconds. He pushed me up against the wall harder with his body and I started struggling.
I was really putting all that I had into it, kicking my legs and flailing my arms. He controlled me effortlessly though. He had my arms pinned above my head and wedged his body in between my legs. He placed his hand under my butt and lifted me so that my core was against his erection. Once he had me subdued, he reached down with his free hand and ripped my panties off. Then reaching between our bodies he unzipped his pants and with no preamble thrust forward and impaled me on his cock. He withdrew all the way until his cock was poised at the entrance of my vagina, and then thrust forward so hard I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure of pain that I felt. All the while he looked me in the eyes.