Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
My stare darkens. “It doesn’t. Sleep there for all I care. But, when you wake up, stiff as fuck, don’t come crying to me.”
I make it as far as the door before the guilt hits, and I stop and growl out, “For fuck’s sake! Fine! Take the goddamn goat in your bedroom with you. But, if it wrecks anything—”
“The money comes out of my wages. I got it. You’re the freaking best, Gabe.”
And then do you know what she fucking does?
She presses herself up against my back and wraps her slender arms around my stomach, and she motherfucking hugs me.
Great. Now, I’m gonna have to go jack off again. There’s no doubt about it.
“Go on then. Get to bed.” My tone is testy, but I’m too wired to care.
“Come on, Gucci,” she coos, moving past me and into the kitchen.
And the goat trots on after her.
I shut the utility room light off and move through the kitchen.
She’s holding the door open for me.
I shut the kitchen light off, plunging us into darkness.
“You need me to do anything before I hit the hay?”
Suck me off. Show me your tits. Let me fuck you seven ways till Sunday.
“No. I’m good.”
I see her smile in the darkness.
“Thanks again, Gabe. I really do appreciate you.” Then, she puts her hand on my shoulder, reaches up, and kisses me on the cheek.
Her lips are soft against my rough stubble.
She smells like apples and sex. Really great fucking sex.
“Sleep well,” she whispers, withdrawing. Then, she’s walking down the hallway, disappearing into her room.
And I’m left with another raging hard-on.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair.
I stomp back to my bedroom—well, stomp as best as I can with a broken foot and boner. I drop down onto my bed, tossing my crutch across the room in frustration.
Goddamn hot chick in my house, driving me fucking crazy.
Why did I have to say she could stay here and that I’d pay her for taking care of me?
I could be balls deep in her right now if I’d kept my big fucking mouth shut.
Goddamn it!
I need a drink.
Ah, fuck!
I forgot to get a whiskey because of her sexy ass sleeping on my floor, and I didn’t even get to have a smoke.
I swear, she’s doing this shit on purpose just to torture me.
I grab the pillow from under my head and cover my face with it.
“For fuck’s sake!” I growl into it.
A few days ago, this woman wasn’t even on my radar, and now, she’s invading my headspace and my home.
I take hold of my throbbing dick and squeeze hard.
Speedy is going to be the death of me. I swear it.
Gabe
“Baaahhh!”
“What?”
“Baaahhh! Baaahhh!”
I blink open my heavy eyes to see that fucking goat inches from my face, staring at me.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Go away, goat. I’m trying to sleep.” I shut my eyes, ignoring it.
“Baaahhh! Baaahhh! Baaahhh!”
“For fuck’s sake! You shouldn’t even be in here. Will you shut—ow!” My hand goes to my nose, my eyes flying open.
She fucking head-butted me!
The damn goat just head-butted me in the face.
“You little bitch,” I growl at her.
She rears back and tries to head-butt me again. I stop her with my hand pressed to her, but she won’t give up, pushing against my hand.
It’d be funny if I hadn’t just been head-butted in the face. I check my nose with my hand to make sure it’s not bleeding while simultaneously keeping the goat away with the other hand.
“Jesus, Gucci, will you knock it off?”
She backs off from my hand, and I think she got the message, but the little bitch hasn’t gotten the message at all.
She starts to back away, and I can see it in her eyes.
“Don’t you dare.” I point at her, warning her, as I sit myself up.
But does she listen?
Nope. The little bastard charges.
“Gucci!”
I try to catch her, but she manages to butt me in the arm.
“Fuck! Little fucker! Speedy! Get your ass in here! Your goat’s gone mental!”
Gucci is head-butting any part of my body that she can. I grab hold of her and try to stop her, but she’s a strong little fucker.
Moments later, Speedy comes bursting into my room, looking like she just leaped out of bed. “What’s going on? What are you doing to Gucci?”
“What am I doing? Stopping your goat from butting the hell out of me—that’s what I’m doing! She’s gone fucking mental! I woke up to a head-butt in the face, and now, she won’t stop butting me!”
“Gucci! Stop,” she says in a firm tone.
But she’s fighting laughter; I can tell.
At the sound of Speedy’s voice, the goat immediately stops fighting me. She wriggles free from me and trots over to Speedy, like nothing just happened.
Psycho goat.
Speedy picks her up. “You shouldn’t be in here, baby girl. Now, what have you been doing to Gabe?” She gently taps the goat on the nose with her finger.