Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Christy looks at me.
“And…?”
I swallow hard, trying to contain my shame.
“What I’m saying is that you deserve better than this,” I say in a rush. “You deserve much better than this, and I’m going to make sure you get it. This is only a way station in the journey called life. But I was paralyzed and embarrassed about my financial situation, and so I ignored the notices from the bank until the last minute.”
“What do you mean, you ignored them?” she asks in a quiet voice.
I shrug and feel even worse.
“It means that I was totally irresponsible by putting my head in the sand, and pretending like it wasn’t happening. By the time the train rolled into the station, it was too late. I called Sunset Views management to inquire about trailer availability at the eleventh hour, and this is all they had. A one bedroom with a queen size. I’m sorry, honey,” I say in a low voice, hanging my head like the damned loser I am. “I’ll make it up to you. You’re a princess and you don’t deserve to live like this.”
Christy merely strokes my arm while shooting me a sympathetic look.
“No, it’s fine Bart,” she says. “I know that paralysis is common when trouble’s on the horizon, especially when it’s financial. Did you know that there are people who pretend to go to their jobs every morning, even though they’ve been let go? Evidently, they keep the charade going for years because they don’t want their friends and family to know. You’ve done nothing like that. You got us a place to stay, and that’s what’s important.”
I swallow hard, so grateful for the understanding of this beautiful woman.
“Thank you, honey,” I growl around the lump. “Again, you don’t deserve this. Your mother would kill me if she knew that we’ve been reduced to these circumstances.”
Christy reaches for my hands then, slipping her small ones into my own. We stand facing each other with our hands linked, and she’s a vision to behold with her curly brown hair, delicate features, and pouty lips.
“No, it’s fine Bart,” she murmurs. “It’s totally okay. My mom knows that you care about me, and that you take care of me. Everyone goes through tough stretches in life, and I wouldn’t even say that this is especially tough. After all, we have each other, right? That’s what matters.”
My heart soars as gratitude runs through my veins because this woman is everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s gorgeous, kind, empathetic, and more generous than I deserve.
“Thank you for saying that, sweetheart,” I manage in a choked voice. “I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” Christy smiles before pulling her hands from mine. “And of course, I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. You deserve to have the master bedroom.”
I shake my head quickly.
“Definitely not, sweetheart. I’m not letting you get a crick in your back from that shitty sofa that looks about a million years old. You sleep in the bedroom, and I’ll take the couch.”
Christy giggles then, her brown eyes dancing.
“But Bart, you’re what? Six two? Six three?”
“Six four,” I say in an ominous voice.
“Exactly,” she says triumphantly. “There’s no way you could fit on that couch. That thing’s tiny because it was specially designed for trailer living. Better let me sleep there.”
“Hell no, sweetheart,” I rasp. “You’ve got work in the mornings, while I’ll be on my laptop, looking for jobs. You’ve got to face co-workers, your boss, and countless customers at the store, whereas I’ll be on my lonesome here with my laptop for company. You take the bed.”
But Christy won’t hear of it.
“No, that’s ludicrous, Bart,” she giggles. “It’s fine. How about this? We’ll share the bed.”
I stare at her, swallowing hard.
“Come again?”
“You heard me,” she teases. “It’s a queen, so it’s big enough for both of us. Unless you’re a kicker or a thrasher,” she adds in a dark voice. “Then we definitely shouldn’t sleep together.”
But I merely continue to stare.
“You want to share the queen size with me?”
She nods, waving a hand at me.
“Oh, you’re so old fashioned, Bart, like a knight protecting his lady’s virtue. But I know I don’t need to be protected, not when I’m with you. It’s fine,” she cajoles. “Besides, you’re family! I’m safe sharing a bed with you.”
I swallow even as my body hardens because therein lies the problem. Yes, we are family, but at the same time, I’m beyond attracted to the beautiful brat. I have been for a while now, and to my horror, my cock begins to stiffen imagining her sassy curves mere inches away at night. The gentle rise and fall of her big bosom as she breathes. Her sweet thighs, meaty and white, covered by only the tiniest of sleep shorts. The slickness of her pussy, the folds soft and wet as I run my tongue through them …