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)
“Baby girl, you don’t stop writhing, I’m going to back you into the wall and give you a reason to squirm against me.” I let out an audible gasp, shock thrumming through me. My mouth opens and closes. In the meantime, he’s somehow managed to spin me around while lifting me in his arms in one fell swoop. My brain short-circuits, coming up empty on what to do and what to say. He’s lucky the hammer is still in my hand and not dropping to the ground or hitting the black and white checkered tile flooring. JW moves his forearm beneath my ass, and his now free hand takes the hammer out of mine, carefully placing it on a table.
“What are you doing?” I finally find the words. Apparently, JW is hellbent on keeping me wrapped up in his arms. We both stay silent as he walks through the shop, not putting me down. While I’d usually be worried about my curvy figure, JW doesn’t seem to be struggling or breaking a sweat, so I do the most unlike me thing: I stay quiet. My hands grip his biceps, feeling them flex beneath my palms. Later, Maeve. Later, you can pick apart this whole interaction with your favorite drink. And I’ll no doubt mourn the loss of my store front, too.
FIVE
JW
I had planned on driving by and checking whether Maeve’s car was in the parking lot. My hand had a mind of its own, flipping the blinker up and making the turn into Whisked Away’s parking lot before my eyes even locked on her car. Today was my lucky day. Both her delivery van and personal car were parked off to the side. I should have known something was off by the lack of other vehicles or people walking on the sidewalk. A few moments later, after parking my truck and walking inside, my hackles were raised. Maeve stood on a dining room chair hammering a nail into the wall, not a soul in sight, and I reacted. She didn’t hear me, and all I thought about was what could happen.
“I think it’s pretty clear what I’m doing, Mae,” I finally answer. She’s remained quiet while I made the walk with her in my arms, wishing like hell she’d wrap her legs around my waist. She doesn’t. Instead, her body is stick straight minus her hands on my arms. The tips of her fingers dig into the back of my arms even when I place her on the metal prep countertop. This conversation won’t be for potentially prying eyes. The last thing I want is a customer, her family, or my family walking in on us.
“Uh, actually, no, it’s not.” Her hands drop away from me. I step closer, causing Maeve to spread her thighs. My thoughts go to her being naked, spread-eagled, while I watch as she squirms. I’d watch and wait, prolonging the process until I see her cunt dripping with wetness. I lick my lips, imagining what Mae will taste like. My teeth press into my lower lip as I move my hands until they’re on the tops of her thighs. She’s showing a whole lot more skin than usual, and it’s appealing in more ways than one. Maeve’s shirt is hanging off her shoulder. The strap of what I’m assuming is her bra is the only thing telling me she’s wearing something beneath that white cotton shirt. Her shorts have ridden up even more, and my hands have a mind of their own, sliding upwards until the tips of my fingers meet the edge of her linen-style bottoms.
“I think it’s pretty damn clear, baby girl.” Her breath hitches as I pull her to the edge of the table. My cock is rock fucking solid beneath my jeans, and it’s not just because I’ve got Mae in a place I could easily take her. Oh no, she’s got it all, beauty and brains. Today, her hair is up in some kind of half-up, half-down contraption with a scarf tied around the part that’s being held up with a clip. Mae’s face is devoid of makeup, not so much as mascara or lip gloss. Dark chocolate eyes, deep and soulful, porcelain skin, hair so dark it’s jet black, and when the sun catches it a certain way, there’s an undertone of blue. Slim shoulders, tits that my mouth waters at whenever she walks, watching as they bounce, wanting them in my hands and mouth. The thought of seeing her nipples tighten and wondering what color they’ll be when I get my first look has me ready to lift her shirt. Curves that have me ready to bite my fist to keep from commenting. Narrow waist, hips that a man can grab on, and not just any man.
Me and only fucking me.