Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
But his cock?
Starting at the apex of his thighs, completely escaping the cup-shaped area meant to contain his balls and dick, it traveled down the length of his left thigh to just above where the hem of his underwear began around his thigh.
Just a scant inch and that big ol’ dick of his would be peeking out!
I swallowed past a sudden dryness in my throat and tried not to squirm.
Holy crap, but I wanted nothing more than to run my hand along the length of it.
He looked so hard and inviting…
Then his eyes, which had been focused on the floor where he was moving around the bed, moved to me.
I immediately slammed my eyes closed, and felt my heart nearly pound its way out of my chest.
But it didn’t matter if my eyes were open or closed—I would forever see him there, in all his glory, with a hard cock that I wanted—no, needed—in my mouth.
Holy crap.
I was so going to hell.
He moved around the room, and I heard the drawer right next to me open and then close.
Moments later, I felt him walk up to my side.
“Come on, get up,” he ordered, smacking my ass to get me moving. “You’re coming to work with me.”
“I’m…I’m what?” I asked, surprise and a tinge of excitement entering my voice as I sat up in my chair and wiped my wild hair out of my eyes.
“You can draw anywhere, correct?”
I nodded. “Yes, but today’s work is a little more digitalized. I do a lot of my work on the computer.”
“Does your computer transport easily?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. “My laptop, yes.”
“Then bring it with you,” he suggested. “But you’re not gonna stay here by yourself. I know that you want to prove that you’re all strong and a female version of Superman, but today you don’t have to do that. Honestly, I’m surprised that your father even left you and went home.”
I smiled. “My dad thinks I’m a badass.”
He grunted. “We’ll go over to your place so you can grab your things, and then we’ll head out. You have an aversion to riding a motorcycle?”
I immediately shook my head. “My dad…let’s just say that I grew up on the back of one. I took my first ride on one when I was a toddler.”
He grinned. “Frankie took her first ride when she was six, but that was only because every time I tried to take her earlier, my ex-wife would freak the fuck out and threaten to call CPS on me. In the long run, it was easier to just let her have her way.”
It was then I allowed my eyes to take in what he was wearing.
He had on a pair of sweatpants nearly identical to the gray ones I had on, only the ones that he was wearing were black.
And that was it.
He had nothing else covering him, and I could still make out the outline of his hard cock.
Maybe he didn’t know how noticeable it was?
I didn’t know, but I really didn’t care either.
I licked my lips and tried not to stare at his chest when I said, “Your wife is a dumbass.”
He burst out laughing, which subsequently caused his dick to jump.
I felt things in my lower half clench that had never clenched quite like that before and hoped that my nipples weren’t showing through my t-shirt.
“You can use the bathroom first. I’ll make coffee. We will check on your eggs when we pick up your computer.”
Then he was gone, and I was left staring at the finest ass I’d ever seen.
I slumped down in the chair and let one hand slip down my pants.
There was no way around it.
I had to fix this little problem.
Now.
Chapter 15
When you have a clap light in your bedroom, rough sex also sets its own mood lighting.
-Cora to Coke
Cora
There were a whole lot of things I’d expected when I woke up that first morning in Coke’s house.
Coke, of course, was in all of the scenarios I envisioned.
Coke cooking breakfast. Coke making coffee. Coke talking to me over the morning newspaper.
Except, I didn’t find Coke at all in his house when I got done with teeth brushing—oh, and orgasm. What I did find were four other Coke-like men in his kitchen.
And it was obvious that they were related to Coke in some way. They all looked exactly like him. Same bone structure. Same build and height. Same eyes. The only difference was that all of the men’s hair was in varying shades of gray.
Where Coke was obviously the eldest, the others likely fell in line depending on the amount of gray they had.
Only one of them had a beard like Coke, though. Likely, if my assumptions were right, the next one closest to him in age—the one that’d recently retired from the army.