Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I shrug and lighten my voice, not wanting him to be angry about this thing that’s never really bothered me. If you didn’t know someone, you can’t miss them, and I never really felt his absence, since my brother stepped into his role as he got older. “Well, I’m glad he did get my mom pregnant, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
“Your brother should realize you’re an adult now, though,” Mace says. “You can make your own decisions.”
I shrug. “He worries about me, I guess. And since I still live with him, it’s just been easiest to follow his rules.”
“Why do you live with him?” Hutch asks. “Can’t afford your own place?”
“I’m actually planning to move out soon, once I find an apartment,” I tell him. “The house we live in now was my mom’s; it’s the house I grew up in. And it’s big, so it’s been fine living there, but my brother’s getting married soon, and it’s time for me to move out, even though he’s said I’m welcome to stay. I work with him and his fiancée every day, so I definitely want to give them their privacy at home.” I give a little laugh at this. “He’s probably worried about me being on my own, though.”
Zipper nods his head at this in a way that makes me think he’s getting a bad impression of my brother, which isn’t fair. My brother’s always been there for me when I needed him.
If I’m being honest, I’d have to admit that I’ve been a little nervous myself about moving out, but suddenly the idea of having the freedom to come and go without being questioned has become more important. And I’m looking forward to having privacy, and making good use of it.
18
MACE
The other guys are cleaning up their stations, eager to get home after one of our long days that extends into the evening, but I’m taking my time and staying out of their way. Tonight’s the night I’m meeting Rose for our date.
“Where are you taking her?” Hutch stops by my stall, looking like he’s on his way out. Of course, he doesn’t need to name Rose or lead into the topic. I’m sure she’s on his mind as much as she is on mine.
“Off the island, but not too far.”
“Way to get her all to yourself,” Zipper says, coming up beside Hutch.
“I thought she’d enjoy a ride. Any one of you could have thought of it.”
Zipper grunts in response, and then he and the other two men leave, telling me they’ll see me later.
The shop is silent now, which always seems odd. After I clean up, I sit up front, sketching in my notebook while I wait for Rose’s car to pull in. I’m drawing an anatomical heart with butterfly wings for a client, but my head is elsewhere, preferring to replay scenes from the other night, when Rose came to our house. I’d rather be sketching Rose’s heart-shaped ass, and not just from memory, but in person, with her on all fours modeling for me. But then, I doubt I’d get much drawing done, not until we both had so many orgasms that we needed a break.
A car rolls up right at the expected time, taking the parking spot closest to the door. I meet her at the door, using my body to hold it open, which puts her in the position of brushing past me to enter, the sweet scent of her hair teasing my senses.
“I like your hair up like that,” I say in place of a greeting. Her blond waves are loosely secured on top of her head, exposing her delicate neck.
“Hi. Thank you,” she says, looking excited but hesitant. She was like that when she arrived at our house the other night, too, and I’d like to bend her over right now and replace her nervous expression with a just-fucked look. But that’s not what’s on offer for our date, not yet, anyway.
“Are you ready to ride?” I ask. She’s wearing jeans and boots, as I instructed, and carrying a jacket.
“I guess so. Where are we headed?”
“Just a joyride.” I want the destination to be a surprise. After locking up the shop, I go over a few riding instructions with her and help her get the helmet on, and then we climb onto the bike.
She snuggles close to me, her knees pressing into the sides of my thighs, and I swear I can feel the heat of her spread legs against my ass, despite the thick pants I’m wearing. An image of how slick and pink her pussy looked the other night pops into my head, and I have to very intentionally distract myself from it, or else my dick is going to get hard.
I take her up and down a few nearby streets before stopping in a lot near the main bridge that leads off the island. “Doing okay?” I ask. She nods and smiles, giving me a thumbs-up.