Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Will do.”
* * *
Kara and I spent the day doing nothing. I took a nap in the hammock out back for a couple of hours, she painted her toenails and half her fingernails—I had to paint her left hand because she’d never gotten the hang of painting with her right hand. We did some laundry and I swamped out the bathroom. There was nothing quite as disgusting as pulling long, tangled hair out of a shower drain, but someone had to do it, or we were showering in ankle deep water, which was pretty nasty, too. It was an easy day—nowhere to be and nothing to do—my favorite.
The day was so easy, in fact, just me and my girl, that I started wondering if I really wanted to add someone into the mix. Kara and I were comfortable by ourselves and adding another person would upset the balance. Did I really want that?
It wasn’t until after Kara had gone to bed and the house was quiet that my thoughts shifted. I liked that it was just us, I did, but sometimes it would’ve been nice to have a partner. Like late at night when I was laying in bed watching a movie by myself, instead of rolling around naked with a woman until I passed out from exhaustion.
Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I texted Rose.
Hey gorgeous
I set the phone back down, refusing to watch for a response. I wasn’t going to be that guy. I was too old and too fucking busy to wait on a text from—my phone beeped and I immediately reached for it again.
Hey! You’re up late.
I smiled.
So are you.
Yeah, but I’m working.
I glanced at the clock. It was already after midnight, so her shift had to be almost over. I stared at my phone for a few minutes.
Stop by on your way home?
Is this a booty call? ;)
I laughed as I texted back. If you want it to be.
Count me in.
Let me know when you’re on your way.
As soon as I set my phone down, I climbed out of bed and started cleaning up. I never let things get too messy around the house, but my bedroom was a different story. There were boots, bags of clothes that I’d never unpacked from different camping trips, mail from months earlier, even a row of empty beer bottles on my dresser. If I was honest, the place was a pit.
As quietly as I could, I stuffed shit into the closet and carried the empty bottles into the recycling bin in the kitchen. When I got back into my room, I quickly made the bed and kicked my boots under it. Looking around the room, I sniffed. Damn, where was that smell coming from?
My phone beeped as I frantically searched the room for whatever was causing the funk. Nothing under the bed, dresser and nightstand were clear, floor was mostly clear. I strode toward a bag propped up in the corner and grimaced. Yep. That’s where the smell was coming from. I picked up the bag of dirty clothes as my phone beeped again. Shit.
Fuck it. I opened my window and tossed the bag into the backyard. I’d grab it in the morning. Flipping on the fan to get some air circulating, I grabbed my phone. Rose was in the driveway already.
It only took me a minute to get to the front door, and I held my finger to my lips as I opened it.
Damn, she was gorgeous.
“Is Kara asleep?” she whispered as I pulled her inside.
I nodded and locked the door behind her before towing her to my room. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, I pulled her in for a kiss. It felt like forever since I’d had my hands on her, not just that morning.
“I kind of like sneaking around,” she said, grinning. “I feel like a teenager.”
“So, what? Last year?” I joked, making her scoff.
“You have a real problem with my age, huh?” she said as she stepped backward, pulling her shirt off. “I mean, you keep bringing it up.”
“I’ll never say another word about it,” I vowed as she started unbuttoning her jeans.
I was practically drooling as Rose pushed her jeans down her hips, kicking off her shoes so she could discard the pants completely. Her movements were sure and easy, she wasn’t trying to put on a show—but it was far sexier than anything I’d ever seen.
Then, just as she stepped backward toward the bed, all hell broke loose as a moth the size of my fist flew right into her face. I jerked in surprise as Rose yelped, swinging her arms in front of her, trying to swat the moth away. It didn’t help. If anything, it seemed to freak the thing out. Then a couple of his friends joined him.