Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“It is.” He closed the door, grabbed a towel, and dried Buster, then Trixie. His dogs had joined them on their walk.
She adored his dogs.
Once they were dry, he took off his coat and she quickly handed him the coat he’d given her. The scent of him had surrounded her, but not anymore. Nibbling her lip, she couldn’t help but watch him. He looked so … calm.
“Josie, I’m afraid getting you back to your cabin in town will be impossible. It is too dangerous, and I’m not going to risk your life.”
She held her hands up. “I … I don’t want to put you out, and I certainly don’t want to be a drain on your resources, and I don’t want to put you at risk.” She wanted to beg him to let her stay.
“Then you’re more than welcome to stay. Taking you out there is not going to be ideal,” he said.
“Then, can I stay?” She nibbled her lip, curious.
“Of course.” He chuckled.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl.
“Time for food.”
She put a hand on her stomach. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nah, I’m starving. I was wondering when I was going to have to make food. Be a darling, and grab their bowls, will you?”
Josie looked around the floor, and sure enough, she found two clean bowls. Buster and Trixie sat near her feet as she grabbed them.
“Their food is in the cupboard next to the sink. Would you grab them some biscuits and food?”
“Is that why there are four bowls?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
Josie nodded. The dogs were following her. She opened up the cupboard by the sink, and sure enough, it was full of canned dog food. Different mixtures. She picked up two of the same, turned toward the dogs, and let them have a look. They went from sitting to down on all four paws. She considered that an agreement, that it was a good thing for them to have.
“Where’s your can opener?” she asked.
“Top drawer.”
She looked around the kitchen, found the drawer, and opened it up. Sure enough, there was a can opener.
While Elijah got their food going, she scooped out the dog food and worked it into a bowl. Then she did the same with the second, before pouring out some of the dry biscuit dog food. Buster and Trixie followed her to where she put their food down. Elijah advised she start with the dry food, and then join them with the second bowl. Just feeding the dogs made her feel happy.
Returning to the kitchen, she inhaled the soft scent of onions and garlic. She watched Elijah as he opened up jars that she saw were labeled with dry herbs. “Did you grow these?” she asked.
“Yeah, dried my own oregano, basil, parsley. Did it all,” he said. “Not too bad, huh?”
“Have you always been able to cook?” she asked.
“Nope. In fact, when I bought this place, did it up, I started to cook for myself and gave myself poisoning a few times. Had no choice but to get a couple of books, learn, teach myself.”
“Wow.”
“Do you cook?” he asked.
“Not a lot, and not for a long time.” She didn’t want to repeat that most things that interfered with work ended up being lost to her.
She was more focused on her work. He didn’t need to know the constant repeated story. Yes, she worked a lot. That had never changed.
Watching Elijah, knowing he’d experienced the same, she didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore. Maybe this happened more than she thought.
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After feeding Josie, which he was finding a real enjoyment in doing, he felt like the worst fucking knight in the world, as she asked if she could have a shower or a bath. She didn’t realize that his bathtub was both. There was a shower at the top, and a curtain all the way around the tub.
He’d assumed she had taken one that morning since there was no odor coming from her. But it turned out, she hadn’t enjoyed a shower since the morning before. So, he made sure there was fresh towels and more of his clothes. He showed her how to use the shower, before leaving her to it. He waited for her to be done before he took a shower of his own.
His hard cock wouldn’t go down. Wrapping his fingers around the length, he closed his eyes and saw Josie, her long blonde hair, cascading around her body. In his mind, she wasn’t wearing anything. Just stood, waiting for him, wanting him. She licked her lips, looking at him, inviting him. On her lips, she begged him to fuck her, to take her. He was more than happy to do that.
Before he got any further, Elijah gritted his teeth as he came, spilling his seed into the bottom of the bathtub. The orgasm was a waste. He wanted Josie. But, did she want him?