Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“What I’m doing?” I asked. “Well, it looks obvious to me...”
My gesture towards the lawn mower and the grass only served to darken his mood even further. His eyes blazed. When he finally made it to within a few feet of me, he grasped me by the waist, tossed me over his shoulder, and stomped towards the side of the house.
“Hey!” I barked. “I wasn’t done!”
He ignored my verbal protest.
I would’ve twisted and tried to get out of his ironclad grasp, but I didn’t want to hurt him or me. We rounded the corner of the house, and I was dumped unceremoniously into the chase lounge that overlooked the koi pond I’d only glanced at earlier.
James had his hands on the top of his head, turned towards the pond, contemplating it. “What’s the big deal?” I asked.
He stayed facing the fishpond, but his voice carried over the gentle sound of the waterfall. “Your dad’s got the worst goddamn motorcycle club in the country trying to fuck him in the ass. They’d do anything to do it too. Even use his own daughter against him. Is that what you want to be? Bait? Cause they’ll use you. They won’t leave you whole afterwards, either.”
The venom of his anger startled me. I’d known he would be annoyed that I was mowing. However, it’d never occurred to me that it would be unsafe. If I’d known, I would’ve never done it. I wasn’t a bad ass. I was a fucking social worker. How was I supposed to know that I couldn’t mow the fucking lawn?
My anger took a fever pitch, and I stood up, locking my knees and getting right up against his back. I used my pointer finger to poke him sharply in the back.
“Listen here, you big hairy bastard.” I said poking him again. “I know how to take direction. All you need to do is tell me the things I can or can’t do, and I’ll be sure to follow those directions to the letter. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Each word was emphasized with another poke.
With the last poke, his own temper seemed to give way. Whirling around, he towered over me, the finger of his own hand poking me between my breasts. I could see the emotion rolling across his face, and I backed up. He followed me, stalking me like a panther. “I did fucking tell you! Last. Fucking. Night.”
I didn’t remember any such conversation, but I decided it was in my best interest to agree to disagree. That is until he got in my face. I noted that the beard covering the lower half of his face was shaggier than normal. As if he hadn’t had time keep it trimmed as he usually did. Over the past week, it’d only gotten longer, and it looked hot. The look suited him. The patch that covered his chin started to shine shimmery silver, as if it was prematurely going gray.
On some men, a scruffy beard just didn’t look good. On James, it only seemed to accentuate his hotness factor. The alpha male in him somehow was magnetized. Nothing said I’m no one’s bitch like a badass beard.
I longed to feel his bristly chin chafing against my cheeks, my sensitive nipples, and the tender flesh of my thigh.
Then his condescending comment plowed through my perusal like a hot knife through butter. “Maybe if you pulled that pretty little head out of that tight little ass, you would’ve known that you shouldn’t be out strutting that hot fucking ass in public.”
My spine went taught, and I stood up until our bodies touched. My breasts were rubbing along his chest. His cock, which might I add was harder than a steel pole, hit me at tummy level, and my eyes were level with his chin.
Tilting my head up, I ran my sweaty palm up the side of his arm, passing over the distended veins, past the bulging muscles of his biceps, over the soft cotton of his t-shirt, up his neck, until my fingers came to rest on the scruffy hair that covered his chin. Then I fisted what little I could, and yanked his face down to mine.
There wasn’t much hair, but there was enough. His face came down close to mine, until I could feel the hot, panting breath against my overheated skin. “My fucking pretty little head is not up my tight ass. In fact, my ass has never had anything up it. Not that you’ll ever fucking know. You’re officially cut off.”
Letting go of his face, I started to slide to the side, only to find my ass against the cushion of the lounger, and James’ body following me down. James’ mouth crashed down against mine, and after a short amount of protest, I gave in to the assault.
Twining my arms around his broad shoulders, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues rubbed sensually against each other, and my back arched unintentionally, rubbing my distended nipples against his rock hard chest. James pushed hard with his hips, and my legs spread wider to make room for his.
“God, you look so fucking hot. Your ass jiggles when you walk, and your boobs bounce. I watched you for five minutes before I finally came back to reality. I can’t believe you mowed the lawn in this. You probably gave the neighbors across the street heart attacks. Mr. Winfrey’s probably dying a happy man right now.” He never stopped nipping, sucking, and rubbing his scruffy beard against my sensitive skin.
I was doing my best just to stay conscious during his sensuous assault. Each brush of his bearded face against my sensitive skin, and the grinding of his hips against my pulsating clit, had me hurdling towards an orgasm that was sure to send me into oblivion.
Needing to feel more, I ripped my tank top down until my breasts spilled over the top of it, exposing the turgid points of my nipples to the midday sun. “Suck them.”
I didn’t have to ask though, because his mouth was already pulling one of the tips into the slick heat of his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling back roughly until my nipple burst free of his mouth with a loud pop. He wasted no time in giving my other nipple the same treatment, and I ground myself into the rigid length of him even harder.