Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
The back could easily hold a deluxe quality sewing machine, and whatever else I need to make my garments by hand. Lots of storage space for yarn and thread too. Enough to make a little office to deal with the business side of everything as well.
I return to the front, and see Hank just sort of pacing back and forth. This is totally not his wheelhouse and will hopefully stay out of his wheelhouse because I would hate to see this place burn down.
“You like what you see here, Fig?”
“Absolutely. I’m thinking this could be my dream shop. Not so small it’s cramped, not so big I’d feel like I was managing a warehouse.”
“Does the back work for you too?” he asks as he heads through the door.
I follow. “Yeah, just the right amount of space. This place is Goldilocks to me, it’s just right.”
“Goldilocks? Is that what the college kids are saying nowadays?”
“No, something I came up with just now.”
He laughs. “Love your wit, Fig. Love your body. Love your passion.”
“I could say the same about you, Hank.”
He turns suddenly, and wraps his arms around me. He finally goes for it, what he only teased before. A kiss. Potent and powerful. I shudder with need for him, and lean right into it. My tongue dancing around with his. I’d never gone this far with a boy before, but I instantly know that kissing just any boy wouldn’t be this special.
Anyway, Hank is no boy. This here is a man.
His hands roam down my body, goosebumps forming underneath my clothing. Down my sides, squeezing my ass and making me gasp, yearning for more of his touch.
“People can see us through the back windows, you know.”
“Then we’ll just have to be careful.”
His hand slips beneath my skirt, getting closer and closer to touching my bare flesh. I Iwould stop him if I was being reasonable, but I can’t deny I want everything he’s giving me.
Hank’s touch roams around my hips, toward the front of my panties, all while we continue to kiss, our bodies squeezed together so tight. He slides his finger in, going over my clit, a sudden shock of lightning rushing over me. I pant, breaking the kiss to moan for him.
He grins wildly, very pleased with everything he’s doing. And so I am I. “You’ve been fantasizing about this as hard as I have, haven’t you?”
“How could I not? You’re a big, strong, sexy firefighter. They sell calendars full of men like you.”
“That the only reason?”
“And you being a total sweetheart absolutely helps.”
“I want to be your sweetheart, Fig. I want your heart to be mine.”
“You’re doing a damn good job earning it.” He punctuates my words by rubbing me hard, and the surge runs through me again. Sure, I’ve touched myself before, but that can't compare to what Hank’s doing to me. He’s such a caring sweetheart and every time he runs his finger over my clit, or teases my sex with his fingers, my mind is aflush, wanting so much more with him.
I’m turning out to be a far hornier virgin than I ever expected to be. I love how he keeps turning up the heat, setting such a powerful yet steady pace and letting the fire inside of me burn hotter and hotter.
I tremble and waver as he massages me, but he’s there to hold me tight, letting me fully enjoy everything that he’s doing.
The pulse pounds, and soon I can’t help but come for him. I sing for him, just as he intends.
He keeps holding me, rocking me back and forth, his digits leaving my sex to stroke me on the small of my back. It’s sweet and tender, and the fingering was just another side of him, one that I definitely want to see more of.
“So what’s next?” he whispers.
“What do you mean?”
“What’s next for us, Fig?”
“Talking about us, now?”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t? Because we got some similar plans in my opinion.”
“How so?”
“I’m throwing down roots in Home again, Fig. I want to call this place home for the rest of my days. And it’s sounding like that’s what you want too.”
“And…?”
“I’m asking you which house we saw today that you liked best. Which would you like to call home yourself?”
I slap him on the chest. “Are you really suggesting I move in with you, Hank? After a day of knowing one another again?”
“If it’s what we both want, it’s what we both want. Who says we need to follow some arbitrary timetable?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely. Does it really seem that crazy? What if we threw roots down together? What if we lived together? What if we were something more than just a guy and his best friend’s sister?”
My heart pounds as my imagination goes wild with thoughts again. Of a life with Hank. Of making our dreams come true. Of us calling a cozy little cabin our home for the rest of our lives.