Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I hate storms,” she says, then a clap of thunder shakes the windows and her little hands release mine, snapping up to cover her ears again. “Do you have a bathroom or a room with no windows where I can go? Please?”
She’s shaking, her voice breaking along with my heart.
“I can do something better. Sit tight.”
I push to stand, but her hand darts out, gripping my forearm. “Please, don’t leave me here. I can do battle any day with almost anything, but thunderstorms wreck me.”
“Baby, I’m never leaving you,” I say, my voice hard with truth, and I’m not sure if she’s too scared or preoccupied with the storm to understand what that means, but she will soon enough. “See that box on the wall over there?” I point to the side wall between the kitchen and the back hallway. “That’s as far as I’m going, then I’m coming right back.”
“But, what about a room without windows?”
“Just trust me, baby. Trust me for thirty seconds.”
I see the hint of a nod as her teeth bite into her bottom lip. She curls back into a ball, her arms wrapped around her bent knees as she releases my arm and I make it quick-time over to the box, open it, tap in my code and punch a few buttons.
She jumps at the sound of the metal storm covers lowering over every window and door in the house. This storm is really a non-threat, but that doesn’t matter. If she’s scared, it’s my fucking job to fix it, no matter the cost or effort involved.
I’m back next to her, running my hand down her cheeks as the gears grind until finally there’s a solid bang as all the metal covers find their spot, and the sound of the storm becomes a muffled roar.
“Wow.” She looks around, and I can already sense her angst lifting. “That’s amazing. And a little scary. Like The Purge. Keeping things out or keeping things in…”
“You don’t live here on the coast of San Phillipe and not have storm shutters. At least not if you can afford it, and you’re smart.”
“Well, I guess you’re smart and…” She stops short, giving me that conflicted look from earlier. I get it, there’s an edge to my appearance. Part biker, with my penchant for indigo under my skin and my generally surly manner, but I’m no caricature. My looks and personality keep people away. I’ve always wanted to be left alone, and I’ve honed my skills at making that happen.
But, I don’t want her to leave me alone. Ever. So I unlock a few of my little boxes, and before I know it, I’m giving her the Cliff Notes version of my past and my life, and how I ended up here. She looks sad when I touch on my parents, the military life as a trained sniper, then happy again when I tell her I retired from the service and decided to take up here in this little paradise.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told anybody that much about me,” I finish, a little breathless, as I look over and see genuine interest in her eyes. “I don’t know that I’ve ever said that many words in a row to anyone, either.”
“Well, first time for everything.”
She looks so fucking cute, sitting there in my damp t-shirt ten sizes too big, cross-legged, hair a messy disaster around her fresh face. I’m coming undone around her, and to my own shock, I’m okay with it.
My dick jumps thinking about what she said about a first time for everything. Wondering about her first time. My cock aches, harder, harder, harder, until I can’t stand it anymore.
I’m a lion staring down the gazelle. My hunger gnashes its teeth, unwilling to let this moment go.
I don’t understand the sudden pounding urge to paint her womb with my cum, but it’s unyielding, and I know there will be no peace inside me again until she’s pregnant with our child.
Bound to me forever.
Only then will I breathe free and calm again. Only then will all the torment of my past truly be vanquished.
I’ve been as happy here in this magnificent ocean-front home as ever, but still, a real happiness and contentment eluded me until she walked through that door. I battled my silent demons and guilt in the dark of the night. Hoped for a tiny speck of calm during the days. Now, I can’t imagine not having her here. Not having her in my sight every second of every day. I need her here forever, and I have to figure out how to make that happen.
All I can think about is how her kiss tasted. Sweet and sultry. I focus on her lips and all the filthy things I want to do with them. I imagine what that velvety tongue of hers would feel like lapping at my balls. Running around the tip of my dick, down the thick vein that is throbbing and pulsing right now, desperate for contact with her.