Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Look at me.”
He glances up.
I point to my face. “See? No doe eyes. No flushed face. Discussing where you are on the Bristol Stool Chart is not sexy.”
His brow furrows. “Do you want me to be sexy for you? Are you rethinking the threesome?”
“Play with your Legos, little boy. I have to head home.” I stand and pull on my hoodie.
Price grins. “See you tomorrow, boss lady.”
“Mmm. Good luck with your next bowel movement.” I head toward the door.
“If I had a phone, I’d send you a picture.”
“Do I want to know why you don’t have a phone?” I slip on my shoes.
“Probably not.”
I hold my breath while quickly wiping the corners of my eyes. All these years later, Price Milloy is still my biggest weakness.
A little before ten that night, I pull around the corner to the back of the general store. A white truck is parked next to my trailer. He said he wasn’t coming home until Saturday.
I barely get my truck in Park before leaping out and running to his driver’s door. As I reach for the handle, he opens it and slides out of the seat.
Too cool.
Too slowly.
Too basically everything that I am not.
I throw my arms around him.
“Whoa!” He laughs, hugging me.
A tiny voice in the rational part of my brain tells me to slow it down.
“Where were you?”
I give the middle finger to that tiny voice while I kiss his neck up to his ear. “Watching Price put together a Lego set.”
Koen stiffens.
“Don’t,” I say with a heavy breath. “We’re just friends.” I kiss him.
He hesitates for a second until my tongue slides along his lower lip, and he opens his mouth to give me a real kiss.
I unbutton his jeans and slide down his zipper.
Holding my face, he breaks our kiss and tips his chin, watching me tease my fingers over his briefs. “Are we doing it here or going inside?” He lifts his gaze along with a questioning eyebrow.
The string lights along the trailer’s retractable awning illuminate the area quite well. And the store has a security camera at the back door that comes close to catching where we are.
“We’d better go inside,” I say just before kissing him again as if I don’t mean it.
He hikes me around his waist and carries me toward the trailer while I fish the key from my pocket. We stumble through the open door, and my butt hits the counter, knocking a few dishes into the sink.
“Looks like I need to clean your kitchen again,” he says between labored breaths while shrugging off his shirt and ridding me of my shirt and bra.
“Shut up,” I mumble, curling my fingers into his hair and tugging it until he ducks his head and gives my breasts the attention they need.
He chuckles, teasing my nipples with his teeth before sucking so hard I nearly orgasm.
“Goddamn …” I arch my back.
Again, he chuckles.
“Stop laughing,” I say … while laughing.
He lifts me off the counter and turns me so my hands press against the cabinets.
“Baby, if I don’t laugh a little,” he pulls my cotton joggers and underwear down my legs, “I’ll fucking come before I get my dick out of my pants because you’re so damn sexy.” He sinks his teeth into my bare ass.
I jerk my hips.
Koen’s mouth devours my skin, kissing the entire length of my body. When he stands, kissing my shoulder, the bulge in his briefs rubs along my backside. His hands claim my breasts for a moment before one hand slides down my belly between my legs.
I release a soft moan as his finger glides along my sensitive flesh.
His hips rock into me several times, and I push back against him, turning my head and kissing him. Then I turn my whole body, and we make a clumsy retreat to my bed.
“Scottie,” he murmurs, dragging his lips at my neck.
Raw need hijacks my body’s ability to see or hear clearly. “Huh?”
“Your bed.”
“What?”
“Your bed is …”
I crane my neck, glancing over my shoulder.
Oh my god.
It’s covered with materials and supplies for making my jewelry.
“Uh … just give me one sec.” I snag containers from the floor and grab fists of stones and beads.
Koen sits on the edge of the bed and rakes his fingers through his hair.
“I’m so sorry.” I don’t want to throw everything in the same container. Yes, I’m a mess, but I’m an organized mess.
After I clear half the bed, he plops back and tosses an arm over his eyes.
I cringe. How sexy am I? Flailing around naked in a panic to get my bed clean before the mood is lost.
As soon as I get the stones in their containers, I slide the rest of the supplies into a shoe box and nudge it with my foot into the cubby under the bed. And then it’s quiet, save for Koen's steady, audible breaths. I can’t see his eyes, but he’s asleep, shirtless with his jeans unfastened, and the erection behind his briefs looks to be relaxing into a slumber as well.