Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I’ve become an expert at getting myself off, but the need for something more is getting too hard to ignore.
I’m ready, so ready, to share my body with someone, but when I close my eyes, it’s always Rainn Richardson I imagine fucking me.
I picture his big arms holding me while he takes me from behind. I bet that dark scruff on his face would be rough as he dragged it along my skin.
Just like that, my cock erupts all over my stomach. I stroke harder and grit my teeth while I convulse through my orgasm.
The guilt and shame don’t take long to kick in after the high fades, and then I’m lying there, in my bed, a sweaty mess of cum and bad decisions. It really only reiterates one thing: I need to keep avoiding Rainn.
After I check the hall and duck into the bathroom, I shower even though it’ll be counterproductive once I get to work and get covered in dirt, more sweat, and cow shit, but I’m not going downstairs covered in the result of Rainn fantasies.
I finally head downstairs and find my mom in the kitchen with a plate of pancakes in her hands.
“Happy birthday!”
Ugh, don’t remind me.
“Thanks, Mom.” I kiss her cheek and take the huge stack of pancakes from her.
“Eat up fast. Your father and Campbell are heading out to the houses today.”
My gaze flies to hers. “Really?”
“The guys are putting the finishing touches on Campbell’s house.”
I do a little shimmy because once they’re done with his house, mine’s next, but my dancing almost makes me lose my breakfast.
With quick hands, I save the pancakes from hitting the floor. “Oops.”
“We prefer food in mouths in this house. Not on floors.” Mom’s pretend stern look is cute. “I thought hockey players were supposed to have soft hands.”
“And lightning reflexes. I saved them, didn’t I?”
“Hurry up and eat.”
I’m so excited. The houses we’re building are on another part of the property, far away from the main house. We’ll be neighbors instead of living on top of each other, and as much as I love Mom and Dad and love living with them, I want to be on my own. I need privacy and a place I could actually take a date without being embarrassed by my family being … well, them. It would be all good-natured ribbing, but please, I can make a fool of myself on my own without their help.
Mom and Dad have been saving for this ever since we were born, and along with the business loan we got to expand the farm, it’s finally happening.
After I shovel the pancakes into my mouth and practically swallow without chewing, I meet Dad by his truck.
“Happy birthday, son.”
If I hear that again today, it will be two times too many. “Thanks.”
“Let’s go.” He slaps my shoulder. “Campbell’s already down there.”
Dad pulls out onto the road and drives the half mile to the makeshift driveway the construction guys have been wearing into the grass.
“I remember when you used to talk to us about doing this when we were little,” I say.
“We never wanted you boys to go far.”
Mom and Dad give us so much love and support. It’s been a constant in our lives, and I find myself thinking about how Rainn had said he doesn’t have much to do with his family.
That has to suck. I couldn’t imagine not seeing my parents frequently. I mean, sure I could probably go a few days, a week maybe, but we’re a family unit who thrives on each other’s support.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to the construction site, because I’ve been too busy, and as Dad pulls up outside Campbell’s house, my eyes widen.
The wooden frame now has walls, siding, and a roof. The navy shutters framing the windows and brick chimney rising from the roof are charming, and it looks like a smaller version of my folks’ white clapboard farmhouse. Campbell and Christie’s place is bigger than mine will be. They’re already planning to fill their home with kids. I’m going to fill mine with … me.
I’m impatient to have my own place but also sad. I’ll be completely alone, and I know I’d be more excited about the move if I had someone to share it with, like Campbell does.
“You okay?” Dad asks.
I plaster on my Whit smile, showing dimples. “I’m perfect. The house looks amazing.”
“Yours is next.”
“I’m in no rush.”
Sadly, I really mean it. It turns out I don’t just want to lose my virginity after all. I want everything, but the guy I want it with …
Damn it. I need to stay away from Rainn so I can get over this crush.
Even as I make the decision, my phone chimes, and I find a message from him. Happy birthday.
It’s bad enough he remembered, but him being nice will make it hard to keep my distance. I close the app on my phone and pretend I didn’t see it.