Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Her skin was soft and milky white, and her breasts were perky and would fill my hand just right.
Her tummy was slightly rounded, and her hips were generous.
And those thighs? They weren’t big, but they weren’t small, either. I always dreamed about wrapping them around my waist.
But the one thing that I’d always dreamed about touching was her hair.
It was long, icy, nearly white blonde, and almost to her waist.
I’d always, and I do mean always, wanted to touch it.
Yet, with all of our rocky encounters, the opportunity had never presented itself.
Until now.
Her hair felt like silk. Soft and smooth.
She didn’t have it down today.
It was up in a high ponytail, all of it hanging down the length of her back.
Even in such tight confines high on her head, the tail still hung past her bra strap.
She purred at the touch of her hair and leaned sideways, urging me on.
So I took the entire ponytail in my hand and wrapped it around my fist three times before letting it loose and allowing it to flow through my fingers.
She sighed. “I love getting my hair played with. You’re almost as good as Asa.”
I chuckled. “I’ll be back.”
Reluctantly I allowed her hair to fall from my hand and backed away slowly.
When I peered at Asa on my way out, it was to find him asleep.
I had the irrational urge to call her into the bathroom with me.
Then stopped halfway through the door that would lead to my bedroom and thought, why was it an irrational urge?
I wanted her.
There was no reason that I couldn’t have her.
Not if she was willing, and I was willing.
I turned so that I could see her.
“If you can pull yourself away, come talk to me,” I ordered.
Her eyes, which had been on my ass, flicked up to my face.
“O-okay,” she stuttered.
Grinning like a fool, I headed for my shower.
My brand new—just washed today clothes—immediately got thrown into the laundry basket once they were stripped from my body.
Then, I cranked on the shower and brushed my teeth while I waited for it to warm up.
Once it was ready, I stepped inside, and immediately felt ten times better.
If there was one thing that I didn’t handle all that well when it came to the parenthood thing, it was bodily fluids. Mainly, throw up and phlegm.
There was one time, when Asa was smaller and I was home on leave that he’d gotten really sick.
After I’d taken him to the doctor, I’d found out that he had a bacterial infection.
One of the ways the doctor told me that I could help Asa find relief was by sucking his nose out with a bulb. Or, what she called a Nose Frieda.
After buying one on Amazon and having it over-nighted to my place, I then went about finding out what the most disgusting thing in the world was to do.
This ‘Nose Frieda’ was a parent-made device that helped you suck out your child’s boogers.
And, to be honest, it was one of the most effective tools I’d ever used in my life.
The only problem was—using it.
The thing was simple. There was a tube that came to a point with a small hole in it that was pressed into your child’s nose, and that tube had a cap with a filter that was attached to a long hose. The end of the hose had a small mouthpiece on it, and that was where you sucked.
Yes.
You used this device, kid’s nose to your mouth, and literally sucked the snot out.
It was vile.
And when you actually started getting phlegm and boogers out? It became even more disgusting.
Honestly, I was more than happy to send that disgusting thing home with Delanie when she’d come to pick up Asa three days later.
Sadly, I’d had to use it two more times. And each of those times I could remember quite vividly.
It was a nightmare.
One that I hoped that I never had to repeat.
Shuddering, I grabbed the bar of soap off the top rail of the shower and got to work scrubbing my body down.
Just as I was about to wash my feet, there was a soft, hesitant, “Booth?”
“Come in,” I called out over the shower.
I wasn’t worried about her seeing me.
Even if I was shy—which I wasn’t—I wanted this woman to see me.
Sadly, the shower’s opaqueness made it impossible.
Honestly, she could only see me from about chest height up.
“Hey,” I said as I saw her. She looked hesitant. “Come in. Pull up a seat.”
I gestured to the toilet, and she snickered.
Though, the moment she sat down, her eyes went distant and she stared at the wall blankly as the smile fell off of her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She scrunched up her nose. “Nothing.”
Yeah, that was a lie.
There was no way that there wasn’t anything wrong.
I’d heard what she was about to say in the car.