Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I toss my bag into my truck and climb in to head home. I debate going to my parents’ and pretending I’m there for dinner, but it wouldn't matter. She’s not going to be there. She won’t be home next door where she lives either.
She’ll be getting home late, I’m sure. She’s with my sister throwing together this freaking wedding that’s happening in record time. I don’t know if I should be annoyed or impressed by my soon-to-be brother-in-law. He hasn’t wasted any time or spared any expense to make my sister his wife as soon as possible.
I hit the button for my gate, and once it opens, I pull around the bend to the lot I bought years ago with all the money I’d stashed away when I was in the service. A giant section of warehouses sits on it. They are all empty as of a month ago when I let the leases run out on them. I pass them, pulling all the way down to mine. Its outward appearance may look like a warehouse, but it’s not. It’s my home.
The outside is built to withstand the rough waters and storms of the oceanfront, but inside is a modern but rustic home. I tend to keep my place locked up for the most part. The idea of the style of home was actually sparked by my sister, who went to school for design. She doodled it up one night years ago when she was home from college break. She had been home for the summer. Both she and Carey had come home that year to spend their time off together.
I don’t bother pulling into the bottom garage. No storms are rolling in anytime soon. I hop out, grabbing my bag and heading inside to take a shower. I grab a beer, chugging half of it back and wondering what I’m going to do for the rest of the night. I could work, but it might feel good to go over and do some demo on one of the warehouses. One of my crews will be starting next week. Maybe I can work out some more of this frustration without bruising my face this time.
I drop my head, letting the hot water rinse all of the sweat and blood away. My mind drifts to Carey. It’s never far from her. I close my eyes, wrapping my hand around my cock that’s hard from only the thought of her name.
Flashes of her play in my mind of the first time I laid eyes on her years ago. I’d been home on leave. She was the girl who moved in next door to my parents and my baby sister's new best friend. They’d been juniors in high school at that point, and she’d been way too fucking young then. Didn’t stop me or my dick from noticing her. Since then she’s been fucking with my head. I don’t know if I love her or hate her. If anything, she’s taught me it’s a fine line.
More images of her run through my mind. Ones I shouldn't even have because I shouldn't have allowed my thoughts to drift there to begin with. The reality and stolen glances mix with the things I’ve dreamt up, causing me to stroke myself faster.
So many times I've thought about sneaking into her bedroom. About how easy it would be if I really wanted to. My mouth on her. Her mouth on me. The moans she’d make as she came with my name pouring from her lips.
That’s all it takes, and I’m coming. It never really takes much anymore. The hunger inside of me is starting to spill out. I open my eyes, watching my release wash down the drain. My cock is still half hard. It only hardens again when I think about where it should have spilled to begin with. Inside her. Always her.
Only her.
2
Carey
“Did your boobs grow?” Angel asks me, staring down at my cleavage. I’d taken my coat off and laid it over the back of the chair.
“I got these with my freshman fifteen.”
She snorts a laugh. It might be funny, but it is also true.
I’ve embraced the weight I put on in college. I’ve always been on the small side. I think thick is in now. And I’m into carbs, so it’s working out great. “I hear pregnancy can give you boobs too.” I give her a pointed look.
She stops laughing suddenly. Her eyes drop down to the pink colored drink in front of her. “It’s too soon to be pregnant.” She picks up her drink, taking a sip. I eye her. It is too soon, but I don’t think it’s going to be long. “Don’t give me the safe sex talk.”
“I’m a nurse, it's a habit.” I fight a smile. I don’t think Angel is opposed to the idea of having a baby with her soon-to-be husband.