Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Humans had it hard and the crazy old men were just making it more and more difficult.
“I just need to find your home and then you’ll tell me all about yourself and we’ll figure out how you do that without making me sound insane.” Paxton just kept chattering to himself as I did my best to blend into the background a tiny bit more.
It actually didn’t take much effort to get him to forget I was hanging out there because the only thing he was focused on was his bugs.
Every bit of dirt was studied.
Every log was investigated.
Every bug was awwed over.
Every beetle was sighed over as it disappeared.
Every insect got a sweet little pep talk…except for the spider, who was told he’d made a terrible web and to try again. Most of them also got rambling notes about them read into his camera as well, but those weren’t as interesting as the encouragement.
Who knew someone could be so proud of ants and so frustrated with uneducated spiders?
That was curious and had my list of questions growing by leaps and bounds, but it took him nearly two hours to realize where he was and that he’d forgotten me. By that point, I’d stopped being still or subtle, though, and he found me playing a game on my phone.
Thanks to knowing a guy who knew a guy, I had badass cell service and could probably make calls to Mars.
“Oh.” Paxton tried to balance on two feet as he crouched on the ground, but he lost his balance when seeing me startled him. “You’re…oomph.”
As he went ass over teakettle and landed flat on his back, he lifted his head. “You’re here.”
Duh.
“I think we need to have a limits conversation on how long you work before we come out again.” I was being half-serious and half just fucking with him, but he flopped back and sighed.
“There are conversations for everything around here.” Groaning in frustration and probably pain, he sat up and looked around. “I think I need to apologize to you? Oh, and I’m hungry.”
And Daddies were in charge of food, so I needed to know that.
Once he learned a lesson, it stuck.
“Alright, first, no apology is needed because I knew you were going to be here a while. I’ve kept busy and it looked like you gathered a lot of data, which is why we came to begin with.” We could go over the impact of his new find later. “Secondly, I’m not surprised you’re hungry. You’ve done a lot of work and it’s time to go home and relax.”
Paxton nodded immediately, but he also turned and gave his next pile of dirt and logs a longing glance. “Yes, that makes sense, but—”
Oh no.
I knew that look.
“But you’re going to need water and probably a massage too. Luckily for you, I’m a world-class massager.” I winked when he tried to hide a giggle, but I also got up and immediately started moving to help him stand. “What kind of drink do you want and do you have any requests for your food or massage?”
Thankfully, I had more interesting things to offer than the bugs did…even if they were vanishing.
“There are different kinds?” As I pulled Paxton up and he turned off his camera, he realized he’d left out part of his question. “Of massages. There are different kinds of massages?”
“Oh yes.” Giving him a quick peck, I leered at him and got another laugh as he packed the camera back in his bag. “Several different kinds.”
Glad I had something to keep him moving with, I helped him pick up his gear and teased him again. “Deep tissue or Swedish. All business. All erotic. Or a mix of both. Shoulders and back or full body. I could keep going.”
Paxton licked his lips and stepped closer without realizing it. “I’ve…I’ve only had the back and shoulders kind.”
“Then I think we’re going to need to do another experiment to see what you like.” Given how labor intensive his job was, I couldn’t imagine why he’d only had a half-assed massage before. “Food first, though.”
Then he could take a nap after I’d given him a massage and an orgasm.
“And a drink.” Not quite as big as he’d been before, Paxton looked earnest and stubborn. “You said I could pick out a drink too.”
Food was definitely his little spot.
“I did.” Kissing his forehead, I took his hand and started leading us back toward the trail. I knew it like I knew the back of my hand, so I only had to keep half my mind on it. “Do you remember the cooler I put in the car?”
Digging a bottle of water out of the side of my pack, I released his hand long enough to open it and hand it back to him. “Drink this first, but in the cooler, I have Gatorade, more water, some orange juice, and some lemonade.”