Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You ever wear clothes?” I asked as I ushered her backwards, closing the door firmly behind me.
“I’m wearing clothes,” she argued, spinning on her heel and moving toward the kitchen area as I toed off my boots. “My house is a no-pants zone, though.”
She got busy in the kitchen doing God knows what, and I couldn’t help the grin that pulled at my lips. “Link is my homeboy” was written across the ass of her underwear.
“You’re a Zelda fan?” I asked as I quietly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips.
“Isn’t everyone?” She snorted. “I mean, I’m a huge Mario fan, too, but the Zelda merch is so much better so I—what the hell are you doing?” she squeaked.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m making dinner. Where are your pants?”
“This is a no-pants zone,” I replied seriously. “Wouldn’t want to break the rules.”
“Right, because you’re such a rule follower?”
“I’m a fuckin’ Boy Scout.” I nodded as I walked toward her slowly.
“Always prepared, huh?” she asked with a small smile.
“Well, not at the moment. But if I walk back to my jeans, I’ve got my supplies in the pocket.” I kept a straight face, but when she burst out laughing I couldn’t hold back my smile.
“You’re such a dork,” she giggled, spinning back toward the sink. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve got some of your supplies…handy.”
“True,” I murmured as I came up behind her.
She was so short that my dick was level with the small of her back, but that didn’t stop her from arching and pressing her ass into my thighs as I slid an arm around her waist.
“Whatcha makin’?” I asked, using my chin to move her hair out of the way so I could kiss her neck.
“Just mac and cheese.” She giggled as I bit down softly. “You want some?”
“If you feel like sharin’.”
“Sure. Grab some bowls, would you?”
I gave her one last kiss and moved away to get some bowls out of her cupboard. None of her shit matched and most of it was chipped, but she’d seemed almost proud of that fact when I’d brought it up to her the last time I was there.
“You wanna eat on the bed?” she asked after she’d covered her mac and cheese with pepper.
“Is there anywhere else to sit?” I asked jokingly.
“The floor,” she pointed out flatly.
“Bed it is. Hey, you got any ketchup?”
Heather froze on her way to the bed and slowly turned her head to look at me. “You did not just say that.”
“What?”
“If you put ketchup on that mac and cheese, not only will your mouth be nowhere near me tonight, but I’ll also toss your ass out of my apartment.”
I waited for her to laugh, but she didn’t. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“You just covered your shit in pepper!”
“Pepper is acceptable. You want some pepper? I left it on the counter.” She started for the bed again as I watched her in shock.
“I’m serious, Tommy. That’s nasty,” she said as she sat down and scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” I mumbled, following her to the bed. I didn’t even want the mac and cheese if I couldn’t have ketchup on it, but now it looked like I’d have to choke it down plain. Fucking disgusting.
“So how’s life at the compound? Anything fun happen since I’ve been gone?” she asked before stuffing a huge bite into her mouth.
“You’re gonna choke,” I muttered, taking a small bite. “And, nah. Same shit, different day. Been working my ass off, though.”
“Money, money, money,” she sang, smiling.
“Yeah, it’s nice. I’ve been tired as hell but I’m making bank.”
“And what will you do with your windfall?”
“Is it called a windfall if you had to work for it?” I asked, shaking my head. “Any extra money’s goin’ into the house. Gotta get the wiring finished so I can start working on the floors and walls.”
“Ah the house that was built in…” her words trailed off and she lifted her eyebrows at me expectantly.
“Nineteen fifty-two, smartass,” I mumbled taking another tiny bite of the mac and cheese. “You woulda known that if you’d been payin’ attention.”
“Sorry,” she grumbled. “In my defense, it was kind of hard to concentrate when you just showed up at my door out of nowhere.”
“I’d just seen you that day!”
“Well, yeah,” she replied slowly. “But that was another world, right? I mean, we were stuck there. It’s not like we had a lot of choices for hookups.”
My stomach churned. “You sayin’ you don’t want me here? You got some other guy?”
“No.” She rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have answered the stupid door. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
I clenched my teeth against the urge to say shit that would get me kicked out of her apartment.