Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I am once again doing the same thing once I’ve gotten the shop smell and dirt off me. Even in my made-up fantasies about her, I make sure to be scrubbed clean, never wanting to dirty her up. Not in that way at least.
I close my eyes. I’ve had Zoey in every position possible and everywhere possible a thousand times in my mind. This time she’s on her bed. I haven't been in her bedroom in years, but I still remember every inch of it. I’m sure it’s changed over the years. I picture her naked in bed with her legs spread for me. I stroke myself harder. She asks me to join her. She needs me as much as I need her too.
Her cheeks would be pink and her mouth puffy from my kisses. She’d be so turned on I would be able to see her pussy and thighs covered in her need for me. I watch her as she slips her hand between her thighs. She plays with herself, giving me a show. I picture her moaning my name.
That’s all it takes and I’m coming. I grit my teeth. The jack-off session did not do much for me as far as relief. I curse, turning the now cold shower off and getting out. I’m going to need to work out or something. There is no way I can lie here all night and not end up going over to her house and knocking on her door.
Since I walked in the door from the shop, I kept going to the window to look over at her house. The garage door at her house is open at the moment, and I can see both cars are home. I dry off before getting dressed quickly. Again, I check to see that both cars are still there. Not that it really matters. Most of the time when she’s going somewhere that isn't school, Willow drives.
I try and think of a reason to go over there. The grass isn't long enough to be mowed, but I could also go over and just ask Quinn if she needs anything taken care of. I started mowing their yard after Dad had taught me. I mow ours and then theirs right after. Same with shoveling the driveways in the winter.
My phone dings. I grab it and check my texts. It’s from Jackson. I stare at the picture he took. It’s my Zoey. She’s laughing while sitting at an outdoor table at The Red Door. How in the fuck? The Red Door is pretty much in the center of the square where people often hang out. There are a few restaurants, a movie place, and a few other random things to do.
What I can’t wrap my mind around is why the person sitting with her making her laugh isn’t Willow. It’s Andrew fucking Jennings.
Me: I’m on my way.
I fire back a text. When I get to my truck I shoot off another.
Me: Keep an eye on them. DO NOT let him touch her.
Jackson: How the hell do you expect me to stop him from touching her?
Me: Break his fingers.
I toss my phone into the passenger seat and haul ass toward The Red Door. When I get there, I see Jackson. He jumps in front of me, blocking my path.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Move,” I tell him, but he doesn't.
“Take a deep breath. Calm down a second. You can’t just walk over there and level the guy. That’s not going to help your situation with Zoey. If you want to be pissed at anyone it should be yourself.” He’s right. I take a deep breath, knowing if I walk in there and punch the guy it will only make her more mad. I will only push her further away from me than I already have.
“Okay,” I agree. I won’t punch the guy unless he asks for it. I don’t have to go into the restaurant to get to them. The patio is wide open. When I round the corner, I don’t have to look for Zoey. My eyes go right to her. You’d think she felt my stare because she lifts those bright blue eyes to meet mine.
They widen when she sees that I’m headed straight for her. I reach into my back pocket, pulling out a couple of twenties.
“Andrew. You must have missed the memo. Or maybe I wasn’t clear enough last night.” I lock my hands around his wrist. He was about to tuck a piece of Zoey’s silky hair that is moving with the wind behind her ear.
“What?” He jerks back, and I release my hold on him.
“Zoey is with me.” I drop a couple of twenties on the table. That should cover at least her food. It looks like she’s only taken a few bites of it anyway. Did he pick her up from her house? How long has she been on this date? I hold out my hand for Zoey to take. She stares at it.