Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Leave it to me,” I pledge to him, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder and offering to walk him over to his place, but he reminds me he still has to park his truck.
“Oh, Steve?” I call out to him once he’s by his truck.
“I was wondering if May could help out tomorrow, here I mean. Help me tidy the place up a bit,” I blurt out, needing a reason to see her again already.
“You’d have to ask her that yourself, big guy,” Steve shrugs. “She might have work tomorrow, but swing by in the morning and ask,” he says, sounding right neighborly already.
“I will then,” I promise.
“See ya tomorrow, I guess, neighbor.” Steve smiles bashfully, jutting his chin in silent farewell as he starts his truck and drives the ten feet to his driveway, making me smile to myself.
We wave goodnight, and I make my way inside my new home for the night. I move from room to room until I find the right spot.
My new bedroom has the perfect view of May’s bedroom window.
I can’t see in, but just knowing she’s a few feet away is better than nothing and probably way safer than me spending a night in the same house as her.
My need for her is still so strong and the pole in my jeans is soon pitched under the sheets.
That and her sodden panties I never put down, hot in my hand by the time I do try and get the sleep I know won’t come tonight.
Holding them to my face, I breathe her in. Longing for her sweet pussy.
Craving the tight warmth of her, the softness of her skin against mine, those little sounds she makes.
I sigh loudly, reminding myself it won’t be too much longer. After all, we’ve come so far in just one day.
Well, May has anyway.
I wouldn’t call it sleep as such, but I close my eyes in between staring at the moonlight on the ceiling, wondering if it’s worth finishing this place or just offloading it.
However, Steve ends up taking the news about May and me. I’m unsure if I want to live on top of the guy.
He’s my best buddy, sure. But he’s changed a lot since getting older. And I’m not sure it’s for the better.
I think one of the reasons our friendship has endured is because there’s always been a safe distance between us as adults.
I was on the east coast, and he was all the way up here.
But I reason to myself that it should be May who can ultimately decide if she wants us to live here or not.
She might wanna stay this close to her dad, which I’d be fine with if that’s what she wants. As long as she’s with me, not much else really matters anymore.
And you’re gonna have her move in with you now, are ya? Like tomorrow?
I groan with frustration. I’m aching for May and the life I know we could have.
The life we will have. And soon.
With the cold, gray light of dawn peeking through the windows, I figure I may as well get up and do something useful.
Powering up my laptop, I start emailing the contacts I have this way, seeing if we can’t get some more business sent Steve’s way.
I could do so much more to help him if he wasn’t so stubborn about doing everything himself.
I could have a chain of auto shops exclusively servicing my own security vehicles alone.
But I know he’d never go for that.
And until I know where we stand on the May issue, I’m just trying to cut the guy a break.
If he’s busy with work, he’s far less likely to keep interrupting us.
“That oughta do it,” I proclaim, throwing my hands in the air after hitting send.
Pretty sure Steve will be run off his feet before lunch.
Here’s to hoping.
I feel good for helping him out too, and if he’d asked me sooner, it would’ve been such an easy fix.
The thought of May actually working for change makes me mad.
And unless she wants to, she doesn’t have to work again. I’m gonna take real good care of her, in and outside of the bedroom.
Every single day and night from now on.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
May
My dad checks in on me before he heads to his bed.
He used to tuck me in when I was little, but since growing up, he usually waits till I’m asleep and just puts his head around the door.
Making sure I’m safe, I guess, which is nice.
But tonight, my heart’s still racing, and my whole body aches to feel safe in Brandon’s arms instead of in my dad’s house.
How are we even gonna do this?
Just ‘being neighbors.’
I mean, I couldn’t think straight being around Brandon before, and now all I wanna do is have him on top of me.
And so it goes around in my brain until I’m so wound up thinking about him that’s all I have in mind. I still feel the hot hunger for his cock between my stubby little virgin legs.