Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I’ve heard Maeve complain to my sisters about how her hips and legs are too big. As far as her being too big or too little, I beg to fucking differ. I’ve dreamt, jacked off, and fantasized about feeling her thighs clenching around my head, being buried between them as I fuck her pussy with my mouth.
“JW, I assure you nothing is clear. Absolutely nothing." Maeve’s hands lift away from their place on the counter, her finger pointing back and forth between the two of us. “Not this or whatever this is or isn’t between the two of us. Not my shop looking like an abandoned town. Not the person slamming me in reviews. Absolutely nothing.” There’s a tremble in her voice, and while I’ve got a lot of questions, right now I’m thinking she needs something else. My dick is none too happy with me either, but he’ll have to fucking wait. His time is not now. I’ll have Mae naked soon enough.
“Talk to me. We’ll circle back to the you and me conversation.” I’m not sure if she’s aware of her hands falling on top of mine. Her fingers squeeze mine, and I wait till she’s ready to tell me what in the actual fuck is going on. Mae inhales through her nose, then exhales through her mouth. She does this three times with her eyes closed, allowing me to take my time studying her. I’m left with nothing to do except look my fill, and look I do. Maeve’s breathing has her chest lift with each breath. Up and down, and I swear to Christ her nipples tighten into hard peaks.
“Are you sure you want to know about my problems? You’ve been staying away from me for a while now. It’s enough to give a girl a complex.” She pulls her hands away from mine with that statement. I’d protest, but I’ve got her where she can’t escape, not like she’s trying to anyways. Still, I’ll take what I can fucking get.
“Yeah, baby girl, I’m sure.” As much as it pains me to move my hand, I do. When my right hand slides up her arm, her flesh awakens with goosebumps. I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying my hands on her more than she cares to admit. I cup the back of her neck, massaging her there to help her relax.
“Some dumb fuck cocksucker is blackballing me. I’d like to slice off his little balls. If he’s in fact a man. If it’s a woman, well, I’ll kick her in the twat so hard she’ll bend over and then use my knee to give her a free nose job.” Mae is fighting mad. Her nostrils flare as her hands fist at her sides. I’m trying to hold my laughter back at her mouth, not from what she’s telling me. Though, the words she’s said have my palm itching to feel her fleshy ass with each slap.
“You wanna tell me how this someone is blackballing you?” I need the full details before I can figure out how to fix her situation. Maeve dips her head. Losing her eyes isn’t an option. The tips of my fingers find her dark tendrils, tugging at the ends until I’ve got her attention.
“I’m aware of nothing except some keyboard warrior is posting bad review after bad review on every website Whisked Away has a landing page of sorts. Maddie tried to fight the man on the moon or whoever this fuck dick is, and she still is, or trying to.” After today, I’m going to tally each cuss word that leaves her mouth, and each one will leave a mark of sorts on her body. Nothing permanent, just enough to see my handprint and make her sore to sit the next week.
“Woman, your mouth is worse than any cowhand's we have at the ranch. Watch it. You wanna show me, so I can see what we’re dealing with?” I move in closer, something I thought would be impossible given the position we’re in now.
“Whatever. I’ve heard the lot of you. I’d dare say your mouths are ten times worse than my ten or twenty cuss words a day. Plus, I have to get mine out of the way, or Ryan will make me pay up.” Mae tries to wiggle her way off the table, but with me standing in her way, it’s going to be damn hard. I hold steady, wanting to feel her squirming beneath me in more ways than one.
“Who's Ryan, and why do they make you pay up?” We’re having three conversations at once, and it’s starting to make me realize this is only the surface of Maeve.
“My niece. Kind of hard to show you what’s going on when you’re holding me hostage, JW.” Spicy Mae may just be my favorite version of her. I run my fingers through the ends of her hair before pulling back and holding my hand out for her to take.