Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Are you telling me I’m not allowed to fuck you?” he stares into my eyes.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
“You don’t get to tell me that,” he denies, pointing at himself. “I’m the man.”
I laugh.
He looks affronted. And confused.
“And I’m a woman with a voice. And besides… your mom said so,” I add.
His eyes track my face and he looks like he’s trying to figure something out.
I raise my eyebrows. “You gonna listen to your momma?”
He gives me a ‘what the fuck’ face.
“Okay, how about this then…” I try instead. “Do you want to have another fight with me before we even get a chance to have make-up sex?”
He tilts his head and eyes me sexily. “Make-up sex? That sounds interesting.”
“Oh, it is. Don’t blow it or you won’t be getting it. C’mon. Carry me to the counter. Your mom doesn’t want me putting weight on my foot at all today. Not only did I get bit, but I also twisted my ankle trying to get away from the snake, so it hurts.”
“More pills?” He asks.
“I can’t have any for at least three hours. Gotta follow the schedule with pills or you can get sick from taking too many. You know that right?”
“I guess.” He doesn’t look so sure.
“You guess?”
“I’ve never had pills.”
I shake my head in surprise. This guy is just… fascinating. “I don’t need pills right now, but I wouldn’t be able to take them if I did feel like I need them, I’d call your mom and tell her that they’re not strong enough. Anyway, I’m fine though. I’ll rest after we eat.”
That reminds me, I need to take my birth control pill. And he needs his eyedrops.
“Let’s get that plugged in.” I gesture to my phone, not recognizing the cord.
He plugs my phone in and then starts working on a fire, so I take that minute to grab my birth control pills from my bag, which is at my feet. I pop one in and swallow it down dry. He’s rubbing his eye like it’s irritated.
“Ty, put your eyedrops in,” I say. “It’ll help with the irritation.”
He gets just one in and acts like a big baby about it, scowling and rubbing his eye.
“Another one. You have to put two in.”
“I’ve got a better idea,” he says, and he shifts, shifts back, and steps up. “Better?” he asks.
My head shakes in astonishment. I can still barely wrap my head around his ability to do that.
The white of his eye is still red.
“No. Put the rest of them in.”
“I don’t like how it feels,” he says.
“Then I’ll do it.”
“Later. You need food.”
“Ty…”
“Later.”
I decide not to push it.
He puts his clothes back on and helps me make lunch. Tea, deli turkey and swiss cheese sandwiches and I realize there’s no soup, so I make myself one sandwich and I make him two. He devours them and then looks at me like he wants to devour me.
“I liked that,” he tells me, and then he eats a banana and a bunch of strawberries, which he groans over like they’re the best thing he’s ever eaten.
“Try this,” I say, sticking a Milano mint chocolate cookie between his fabulous lips.
His eyebrows furrow and then he takes the cookie out of his mouth and looks at it before taking a bite.
His eyes pop a little.
“Right?” I ask, nodding.
He eats three more immediately after that one.
I’m barely finished my last bite of one cookie when he abruptly lifts me and marches to the bedroom. He halts inside the doorway, looking around in surprise when he sees I’d cleaned it, too.
“You need more cleaning supplies. I did my best with what I had but it’s by no means spic and span. You need some all-purpose heavy duty cleaner and a mop and a dustpan, and---”
“Whatever you need to make this feel like home, I’ll get it for you.”
“How about a big screen TV, a hot tub, and a bunch of modern appliances?” I joke. “Oh, and the internet. And a furnace and air conditioner”
“Okay.” He kisses my nose and I’m set on the bed. He immediately reaches for his fly.
“I was kinda joking.”
Besides, I didn’t say I’d stay here forever, I certainly don’t want another fight with him though, so I don’t bother to point that out.
He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it and then drops the jeans and… boing. He’s naked.
Naked and ready.
“How?” I ask, staring at his cock. “How would you get all that stuff here?” I drag my eyes back up to his face.
“However I need to go about doing it.” He puts a knee to the bed and I scoot over toward the wall. “I have a truck. I’m sure we can buy those things and drive them here.”
“Tyson, I was kidding. All that stuff costs a whack of money. And you’re pretty far out in the boonies here so I’m not even sure if there’d be decent internet, and…”