Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
So, I settled for second best and pinned her against the wall in the shadows right past the stairwell.
Pressing her back against the wall, I put my hand with her things in it up above her head and pressed it against the wall.
My other hand went to her pussy, which I started to play with, while I waited for whomever it was that was coming to get the hell gone.
When she started to cry out in surprise, I shut her up with my mouth.
In retaliation, she reached for my cock and started to work it, keeping pace with my own movements.
The shuffling of steps stopped on our floor and then moved past us down the hallway.
I broke the kiss and looked at whomever it was over my shoulder.
The UPS guy.
I turned back around and gave Kayla a grin, then curled my fingers into her g-spot and stroked it.
Her head went back as I felt her orgasm take her.
Just the sight of her falling over the edge did me in, and I couldn’t hold back my own orgasm any longer.
We both came.
Her on my fingers. Me on her belly.
I was so going to hell, and I was going to take her right along with me.
***
We arrived at the house forty-five minutes later, after four wrong turns and a stop at a gas station to ask directions—which had been Kayla’s idea, not mine.
But she capitalized on the stop by grabbing a large pack of gummy worms, an Icee, and a burrito that looked like it’d been fried last night.
She inhaled the damn thing, too.
I wasn’t sure she even had a chance to taste the contents before we were back on the road.
“I’m not sure there’s a running bathroom here,” I looked over at her once we got off the bike. “If you have to go…you’ll have to use the woods.”
She flipped me off. “I won’t have to go. I eat those all the time. I’ve never had a problem yet.”
“Yet.” I pointed out the significant word in her statement. “That place was a dive.”
She shrugged. “The dives are sometimes the places that have the best food.”
“If you say so…”
She ripped open the saved bag of gummy worms, and I rolled my eyes and turned back to the front.
The place had been hard to find because it was hidden deep in the woods with trees lining the majority of the property lines. The manicured lawn was essentially hidden from the road. I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.
On one hand, having privacy was nice. However, if they couldn’t see me, I couldn’t see them.
“It’s nice,” Kayla supplied as she sidled up beside me. “I was expecting worse.”
Honestly, I was, too.
Kayla had found this particular place on a Facebook post of all places, and the photos of the outside didn’t really do it justice.
The yard was covered with junk, and honestly, it didn’t look all that appealing in the photos.
But the thought of a four-bedroom, two-bath house that was twenty-two hundred square feet, with a massive wrap-around porch, on thirty-five acres for only two hundred thousand was massively appealing.
Even if I did have to do some work to it.
But, with all the junk cleaned up, it actually looked quite nice.
Although, we hadn’t seen the inside yet.
“Can we just go in?” she questioned.
I shrugged and started heading to the door.
She followed closely behind. Once we climbed up the steps to the porch, I knocked and waited for someone to answer.
They didn’t, so I shrugged and went on inside without an invitation.
Kayla hissed at me that we weren’t allowed to just walk inside, but I disagreed. “He knows I’m coming.”
Kayla murmured something under her breath. “Probably going to die because he doesn’t expect us to just walk in.”
My lips turned up into a smirk, and I looked down at her and offered her a wink.
We made it all the way through the house, and I was pleasantly surprised again.
“This place could work,” I said. “It needs some fresh paint. New flooring. Updated appliances, and an overhaul of the kitchen and bathrooms, but those are all easy fixes. The integrity of the house is exceptional.”
Just as I said that the door to the kitchen opened, and a man who looked to be around his eighties entered.
“Hello,” I said, offering him my hand.
He took it and nodded back to me. “Glad you could make it. What did you think of the house?”
“Tell him you’ll take it,” Kayla whispered.
I rolled my eyes. “If you’re still up for selling, I think I’ll take it.”
Kayla’s nails dug into my back as she practically bounced with excitement.
Seems I wasn’t the only one enthusiastic about this new chapter of my life.
Chapter 21
I’ve given up on getting a bikini body. The Lord put ice cream and Olive Garden breadsticks on this Earth for a reason.