Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
My brother, who thought he was my keeper, wanted me closer to him. I, however, did exactly what I intended to do, and that was not to have my nosy brother breathing down my neck. That was one of the main reasons I’d left Wyoming. I was tired of my parents doing the very thing Luke was trying to do; even after six months of living there.
“This house was too good to pass up. And it had a pool.” I hedged.
Winter sighed over the phone. “You’re right. I’d kill for a pool. I’ll be there in about an hour. I’m just about to leave. Wear those cute little shorts you got at Cavender’s the other day. And a tank top. The one with the fringe and beads.”
My mouth curved into a smile. If that didn’t illicit a reaction out of the man, then I might as well move the heck on. I wasn’t saying I looked awesome or anything, but the thing was, I couldn’t change what I looked like; or, at least, I didn’t want to. I had muscular legs and arms due to my job and all the heavy lifting I did, but the roundness of my tummy spoke of my love of snack cakes and powdered donuts.
I could work short shorts though. My boobs were nothing to sneeze at either; the fringed top Winter spoke of really could accentuate those particular assets.
“Okay. I’ll wear those. Boots or flip flops?” I asked into the phone, as I dug into my closet for the bag I’d tossed there the week before.
“Boots. Make sure you put some lotion on those ashy legs. And maybe shave.” Winter suggested.
She wasn’t lying there. I hadn’t had time to do that since the day I’d met Sebastian nearly two weeks ago. Yes, I know, gross. “Okay, see you in a few.”
We hung up, and I rushed through my shower, shaved my legs, lathered my body up with my favorite lotion, and shimmied into my clothes.
The shorts were on the shorter side than what I’d like, but they’d do for my purpose. The top was a pretty teal color, and the beads around the low cut neck of the halter top were shimmery black. I’d fallen in love with the top as soon as I’d seen it; and, even better, it’d been on sale.
I made it to the front door with my bathing suit, towel, and purse with only seconds to spare. Winter blared her horn, signaling she was there, and I barreled out of the door, only managing to lock one lock with the excitement of seeing Sebastian again.
“Wow, you can nearly see your panties in those shorts!” Winter exclaimed as I slammed the door.
“Yeah, if I were wearing any, that is.” I teased.
Winter laughed, and I did the same. I knew better than to go without underwear. I also knew better than to wear dirty underwear.
You wouldn’t believe how disgusting our job could be sometimes. Let’s just say that there would never be a time that I would found myself without panties. No matter what.
“You’re such a liar. Now, put the address into the GPS. I’m gonna get lost without it.” Winter instructed.
Thirty-six minutes and two wrong turns later, we were pulling up to freakin paradise. No, really. It was named ‘Paradise.’ Or the street was anyway. It was really off the beaten path, too. If it weren’t for the GPS and Shiloh’s instructions on how to get there, we’d have been beyond lost.
“Holy shit. This house is awesome.” I breathed, as Winter found a spot off the side of the driveway.
It was what you would call magnificent. It reminded me a lot of my parents’ home. The only thing different was the lakeside view.
Sebastian’s house sat in a flat field at the top of a hill. You could see the lake down the hill from his home. The house was one story with stone finishing. The porch wrapped around the entire length of the house. Further down the hill was where the party must be being held. He had a large gazebo type thing with a dock that led about thirty feet into the lake with another large floating deck.
“How the hell does a firefighter afford this place?” I wondered aloud.
“Shiloh said he was single and didn’t have a place when he was in the Marines. When he moved back, he stayed in a rental property that their father owned. He bought this place about a year ago.” Winter said as she shut the truck off and opened her door.
That hadn’t been what I was expecting explanation wise. I imagined that he was a criminal that led a double life as a firefighter. In his off time, he pedaled flesh and had a titty bar he laundered money out of.
Willing the butterflies that were assaulting my tummy to stop fluttering so goddamned bad, I opened the door and hopped down. Sadly, my sense of balance was off, as always, and I landed awkwardly. I threw my hand out, managing to stop myself before I did a face dive by planting my hand on top of a sharp rock. The hand that caught me split open, and I knew instantly that I’d done something bad.
“Son of a bitch.” I growled as I lifted my hand to survey the damage.
The cut wasn’t too bad, but it was already bleeding. “Damn. Piss. Shit. Hell.”
“Jesus, what the hell?” Winter asked once she reached my side of the car.
“Cut myself. You got any napkins in there?” I asked, gesturing towards Winter’s massive purse.
“I’ve got a pad.” Winter smiled widely.
I hung my head, but accepted the pad with an extended hand. Winter laughed as I unwrapped it, wiped the blood that had run down my hand, and then placed it over the welling cut before making a fist to put pressure on the wound.
“Well, that’s one use for it.” Winter teased, as she grabbed my bag and we walked towards the party.
Although the front door was open, I’d thought it’d be best to make sure it was okay with Sebastian before I just started going through his house looking for bandages.