Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Oh, God. You feel like heaven.” I snarled, pumping into her furiously.
“Jesus, baby. Harder.” She cried.
With those three words, I started slamming inside of her, bottoming out inside of her with each plunge.
“Why.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Feel.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I’m coming!” She cried loudly as she clamped down hard on my cock, making my eyes cross.
“Oh, yes. Fuck you’re so tight.” I groaned and pulled out at the last second, finally realizing why she felt so good.
The pleasure came from deep inside me, starting at the base of my neck and shooting down my spine in ecstasy. My eyes closed as I released onto her back, spurting hotly against the exposed skin. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Yes,” I growled once the final spurt was freed, and I grabbed her ass for support.
Taking a weary step back, I said, “Stay there for a minute. Let me find something to clean you off.”
I took my time though, enjoying the view. Which she caught on to pretty quickly. “If you don’t hurry, I’ll just use this jacket that’s hanging on the back of the door.”
I rolled my eyes and dug my hand into the Kleenex box at the end of the desk, grabbing a handful. Then I walked back to her and wiped her off quickly, throwing the dirty tissues in the trash beside our feet.
“You really need to get on the pill. I don’t think I can go back to a condom after that.” I told her as I watched her button up her pants.
She winked at me. “Already ahead of you, big boy. I’ve got an appointment; not this week, but next.”
“You read my mind, cupcake.” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her back, bringing her in close to my body.
“Let’s go finish dinner. Then we need to get home. I have to get up early in the morning to get them to the airport by four.” I said against her lips before kissing her one last time and opening the office door.
We arrived back to cold food and knowing grins from my brothers, but nobody said anything rude. The grand pre-opening was a success, and we had a great time with friends and family.
***
The next morning arrived early, and I left Viddy in bed snuggled up to Kosher and Radar while I went to drop my brothers off.
“You should try to come and visit for a couple of days. Dad would really like to see you.” Miller said as we stood together at the terminal gates.
I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
“And bring that girl of yours. Maybe you can get married in Vegas and mom and dad could be there.” Foster teased.
I shrugged. “She’d probably never do that. I’ll bet she’s more of a wedding with a long train and a thousand guests’ type.”
“You won’t know until you ask.” Miller observed lightly.
I looked at him from under the brim of my hat. “Just say it.”
“I think you should marry her. Yesterday.” Miller told me point blank.
My head bowed.
I thought about all my hopes and dreams, and how Viddy filled, then surpassed every single one of them.
“Yes,” I agreed. “I plan on it.”
Foster shouted in happiness. “Fuck yes, maybe now it’ll get mom off our backs for a change.”
I blew a breath of air out. “Doubt it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Take it back.”
“Now boarding for flight one-seven-seven, Shreveport, Louisiana to Las Vegas, Nevada.” A disembodied voice said from above our heads.
Standing, Foster and Miller tossed their bags over their shoulders, and then slammed into me, smashing me against them in a bear hug to end all bear hugs.
“I love you, man.” Foster said in one ear while Miller said it in the other.
“Love you guys, too. Be safe. I’ll let you know if I plan to come.” I said to them.
Then watched them walk towards the gate.
“Thanksgiving is in two weeks. School’s out. You could bring Viddy.” Foster yelled over his shoulder before he disappeared into the tunnel.
“Be safe!” Miller pounded his chest with his closed fist before he, too, disappeared.
Bozos.
God I loved them.
***
I arrived home to utter chaos.
Pulling my truck into my drive proved to be a feat due to all the police cruisers and news vans.
Oh, and the South Louisiana Dog Catcher’s vehicle.
The first thing I saw when I finally made my way into the driveway, using the grown over grass to drive through, was Viddy standing on my front porch in sweat pants and a t-shirt yelling at the chief of police.
A sick feeling started to swell in my gut as I parked under the awning and shut my truck off.
The news vans started to swarm my truck, but I didn’t let it happen for long.
Stepping out onto the concrete, I said, “I want you off my property in five minutes or I’ll have you arrested. Now.”
My tone booked no room for argument, and they all obeyed, albeit reluctantly.
They moved until they were no longer on my driveway, which I guess was as good as it was going to get.
The only other cars were the Chief’s and two other black and white’s. Our Chief of Police, Cabe Warren, was a good man. He was older though and set in his ways. At times he could be hard to deal with, but he seemed to like me most of the time.
The other two at the scene were Tunnel Morrison, a very soon to be member of The Dixie Wardens, and another rookie that I didn’t even know the name of, and really could care less.
I gave them both slow nods and walked up until I was standing directly behind the chief.
Viddy hadn’t seen me because of the angle at which she was standing, but then again, her focus was all for the chief.
“You can take your good intentions and shove them up your ass. I will give you Radar over my cold, dead body.” She bellowed.
“Listen, ma’am. All I’m here for is Radar. Nothing will happen to him, but his behavior needs to be witnessed in front of an animal behaviorist. Once he’s cleared, he can come home.” Cabe said patiently.