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)
From there, I mowed lawns, babysat all the brats in the neighborhood no one else would, and took any odd job that got tossed my way.
I’d do anything to not be home back then.
My parents were the poster-couple for break up and make up. They were obsessed with each other and somewhere in that mix, I came along, but outside of making sure I had food and clothes and a roof over my head, there wasn’t much parenting going on.
Fast-forward to after I got out of the service, my best friend from high school, Reed, told me to come here for a visit. Take some time. Breathe some air.
He’d taken over some run-down little resort on some island I’d never heard of, and within a few years had turned it into a high-end destination hotel with a boutique vibe. He’d expanded it and was making huge bank.
Nowhere else was home, and moving back to Philly, where my parents were still in their endless cycle of dysfunction, was a big fucking no. So, I ended up buying a place way out on the other side of the island, where tourists never visit and my only neighbors are palm trees and a few monk parakeets.
No internet, no fucking TV. Just me and my garage, where I work on my bike and weld sculptures for some shops in town. I also take some pricey as fuck sculpture commissions, thanks to Reed and the unauthorized website he set up showing off my metal work.
Another fucking Jimmy Buffet song comes on, and for once, I don’t want to punch the fucking wall. Instead, I work my way closer, her pull getting stronger by the minute as a couple of her friends tug on her arms, urging her into the pool.
She grudgingly capitulates, and what happens next seals her fate.
“Fine. Fine.” She snaps at the two women pulling her arms, then unwraps the little black cover up and tosses it on the pool deck beside her, the colored lights strung around the pool cascading down over everything God gave her.
Holy fuck.
She’s wearing floss and a couple scraps of beige fabric, which for me, fucking heaven. But for all the other swinging dicks that are looking her way, I want to kill them all.
She’s the perfect size for me to carry around on my hip or over my shoulder. Walk her around piggyback for the rest of her life. Turn her over my knee, then bounce her on my cock. She barely came up to my chest when she stood next to me earlier, and she’s the perfect blend of curves and tight turns.
“Hey!” I roar as some douchey guy with enough hair gel to fuck up the pool chemical balance for the next week, gives her a thumbs up, flicking his fucking tongue out. “You! Get the fuck out of the pool.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.
“Why? I’ve been here all evening, I’m not doing anything,” he says in a dipshit Jersey Shore accent, smacking his chest with one hand then taking a sip of some shitty light beer in a clear Solo cup he’s holding in the other. “I’m paying to be here, man. Step down.”
He’s lucky he takes heed and steps away, turning his back on her as she hits me again with her green eyes, then her lips curl in an apologetic smile. She adds a shrug as I growl and settle in next to the edge of the bar, my fingers curling into my palms.
“Don’t put your fucking head in the pool,” I yell to the guy. “Your hair will melt and fuck up the filter.”
He screws up his face, but my little pocket-sized princess snickers. One of her friends passes her a pink foamy drink and her lips wrap around the straw. This girl’s mouth is so fucking sexy, my heart is pumping like I’ve run a marathon.
She’s classy, smart, funny, and over the next thirty minutes I barely take my eyes off of her, intent on every word that falls from those magical plump lips.
The rest of the guests could be drowning for all I care right now.
A half hour later, my dick could pound nails. She’s had two drinks, and the music has gone from Jimmy Buffet to some new Drake song, while the vibe in the pool and around the bar ramps up as the sun goes down.
I’m so hard I’m seeing double as the swell of her tits spills out from every side of her bikini top, little hard nipples pressing against the fabric. Blood pounds at my temples and I can tell she’s self-conscious in that nothing bathing suit. I want to cover her up and take her away.
Her dark lashes flutter as we exchange glances, and I swear her cheeks burst with two cherry-red spots when I reach down and adjust my dick, knowing full well she’s watching.