Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“You don’t normally let me into the fun world you live in,” she grinned unrepentantly. “If you took me for a ride on your tractor, I’d be happy. Hell, you could even take me to the gun range.”
My grin widened.
“I guess I could do that,” I said slowly. “You want to ride on the tractor for real?”
Even the gun range had sounded promising.
She shrugged, but I could see that she really wanted to, so that’s exactly what we did.
When I’d driven over here after work, I hadn’t really had a plan in mind. I hadn’t slept in over eighteen hours. I was tired, hungry, and more than a little frustrated with how my shift had gone. I’d only known that I wanted to spend some time with her once I got off, so I’d driven straight here instead of going home like I normally did.
I was thinking I’d just ask her if she wanted to go shopping at the new fishing and hunting store that’d just opened or maybe go to the movies, but she’d solved that dilemma for me without even realizing it.
“Where do you want to go to first?” I asked. “Though, I do have to go home to get some guns if we go shooting.”
Just her grin was enough to send my heart rate skyrocketing.
But add a glimpse of those pretty, white teeth behind those luscious, plump lips, and my dick was starting to get hard.
I shifted, knowing that if I wasn’t careful, my pants would show every single dimple or lump. I’d been wearing the same uniform for years now. I knew better than to think about naughty things while I was wearing it.
Her eyes skittered down the length of my body, and I shifted more so that one leg was forward, creating a little more space for my hardening-by-the-second cock to go.
She looked away, a faint blush on her face, and I realized rather quickly that my excitement hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“Should I change?” she asked, moving so she could peer around me at the road.
I grinned.
“No. I’ll go slow.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I think I’ll put on jeans anyway, just in case.” She smiled happily.
Then she disappeared, once again leaving the door open for me to either come in or stay on the porch. The fact that she left that decision up to me was enough to cause my heart to swell inside my chest.
She was starting to trust me.
All those months ago, when I’d first gone to get her for Ghost, she’d not only barred me from the bedroom when she was changing in the bathroom, but she also banished me from the house completely.
I'd even had to sleep on the couch—which, might I add, made it hard to watch over the person when you couldn’t even be in the same room as her or you’d cause her to flip her crazy switch.
Now, I could see that she’d left her bedroom door open as well.
Progress. I had no clue that those little baby steps she was taking would feel as good as they did.
“Hey!”
I took the step into her house, and closed the door.
“Yeah?” I stared down the hall, into the bedroom that still remained open.
“I got a new piece of plastic, take a look. It’s on the table.”
I walked to the table, which was a few steps in front of me, and looked at it.
The entire table was scattered with papers. Some were the apartment background check forms that we’d picked up last week that she had filled out now.
The rest of the papers were receipts, a recipe, and a phone bill with a phone number on it.
Glancing at the number, I put it to memory and searched for the allusive plastic that she was talking about, finally finding it halfway under an envelope addressed to the electric company.
Picking it up, I examined the photo, grinning when I saw that her hair was a little wild.
Then the numbers on the card caught my eye.
“You are not a hundred and seventy pounds!” I shouted as I read the concealed handgun license. “And your eyes aren’t hazel.”
“Well, so I forgot what color my eyes were,” Audrey said as she came up behind me, startling me as she did. “And I’ll admit, I was a hundred and seventy five last week, but I plan to get back down to one seventy.”
I opened my mouth, and then closed it, as I waffled on what to say to that.
“I meant there’s no way you weigh that much,” I stuttered out. “You don’t look like you are. You look like you’re way skinnier…not that being that weight is a bad thing. You look amazing. Fuck, I’m just going to shut up now.”
She started to laugh, and I got my first good look at the jeans that she was wearing. Or more like, the jeans that were wearing her.