Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I am putting the last vase I am delivering in my truck when Ben pulls up at eight.
“Hey, sweetie, how was your night?” he asks, shutting his car door. He cherishes his cherry-red, Chrysler Sebring Convertible.
“Just fine,” I answer, turning around to look at him. His blue jacket is patterned in white flowers that add a little flare to his appearance today. The wrinkle-free white shirt and dark-wash blue jeans fit tightly to his tall frame.
“How was yours?” I reply, wondering if he talked to Parker last night.
“It was good,” he states, leaning up against my truck now.
“And Parker...?”
“Yes, we talked.” He shakes his head laughing.
“And?” I prod, waving my hands.
God, it is like pulling teeth getting information out of this man.
“And... he said to do whatever makes me happy. If I want to go in with you as part owner of the shop, then he is all for it.”
“That's great.” I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I'm going to deliver these arrangements and then start moving. I have my phone, so call me if you need anything,” I say, heading to the driver’s side of the truck.
“I will be fine. I just want you moved in there, so go get started,” he assures with a lace of seriousness to his tone.
“Yes, sir.” I give him a two-finger salute getting into the driver's seat.
I hurry through my three deliveries and then head to the storage unit all my stuff is stored in. Loading up as many boxes as I can, I head to the condo.
Pulling into the parking lot of my new place, I notice the motorcycle is not here. Hmmm, hot biker guy is probably at work, that means I can just back right up to the door, saving me some walking distance. Putting the truck in reverse, I rev up the engine, jump the small curb, and back up over the sidewalk, parking the truck up to the door. Hooking my iPod up to the car stereo, I scroll down my play list landing on “BANG BANG” by Jessie J, Ariana Grande, and Nicki Minaj. “Ahhhh perfect.” I program it to repeat. The song begins blaring through the speakers loud enough to hear a block away. I walk around to the back of the truck and squeeze between it and the building to unlock the main door. Shit, I need something to hold this door open. Looking around I see a big rock lying in the grass by the sidewalk. I squeeze back out around the truck and grab the rock. Returning with it, I wedge it against the open door. Dropping the tailgate of the truck down, I realize there is no way for me to get back out when it's down unless I get on the ground and crawl under it. “Hmmm, well, I shouldn't need to go back out until I am done anyway.” I shrug. Crawling up into the bed of the truck, I start stacking the boxes from the bed of the truck on top of the tailgate, making it easier for me to reach them from the ground. With all the boxes stacked, I crawl back down, grabbing one and heading upstairs, singing and dancing to the music blaring from the truck’s speakers.
6
LINCOLN
Something wet and warm on my dick wakes me in my bed at the clubhouse. Lifting my head, I see a mess of blond hair bobbing up and down at my crotch. Ah, yes, I spent the night here last night with Brandy. She has been flirting with me for the past two months and last night I was here drinking in the bar with Flynn when she came over and crawled in my lap, grinding herself against my cock. Then she took off her top and shoved her big tits in my mouth. So, I picked her fucking ass up and brought her back here and showed her what it's like to get fucked hard all night. Why the fuck is she giving me head, is this supposed to be an apology for making me stop last night? Bitch was crying she couldn't take any more, said her pussy was chafing from me riding her so long, and she wouldn't even let me take her in the ass so I could finish. Reaching down, I grab her hair and hold her head so she can’t move. Thrusting my hips up and down I start fucking her mouth hard, shoving my dick in so far I can feel the back of her throat. She starts to gag and spit is running out of her mouth down onto my balls. Releasing her hair, she lifts her head, my cock sliding out of her mouth as she coughs and chokes. She looks up at me, her eyes watering, as she wipes the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand. I shake my head in disgust and reach over, grabbing a condom off the side table. “Put it on,” I say, throwing it at her. She grabs it with shaking fingers and rips the foil pack open with her teeth. She expertly slides it over my dick like she has done it a million times before. “Now turn around and get on all fours,” I order her. She complies and I get up, kneeling behind her. I grab my hard cock and run the head of it up and down the crack of her ass. She tenses, scared I'm gonna take her there. “Why the fuck are you still here? Why in the fuck did you wake me up sucking my dick?” I ask, still running my dick up and down her crack.