Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I growled low and tossed my keys on the table. I had a bad fucking case of blue balls. Had them for four fucking years. But no other woman would compare to her. No other woman could have me feeling an iota of the kinds of things Baylee had.
I braced my hands on the counter and breathed out slowly, closing my eyes. That was a bad fucking idea, because the image of her popped into my head, one of her laid out in front of my fireplace, her dark hair fanned out over the rug, her lips parted, and her eyes wide as I thrust all my hard inches into her virgin pussy.
My dick was stiff, a fucking lead pipe hanging between my legs. I reached down and palmed myself behind my jeans, and all that did was have my balls draw up even tighter to my body and the need to go jerk one off in a cold shower riding me hard.
But no. I wasn’t going to give in to my carnal desires. Not until it was time for me to lie in bed and stare at the fucking ceiling as I pictured filling her up with my seed.
After I claimed her in my cabin all those years ago, I searched her out, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop needing her, knowing I wanted her by my side. She was the first person, the first woman, who had a hold of my heart, who refused to let it go even after she left. And I knew no other woman would hold a flame to her. Ever.
But she’d left town, gone to college. I overheard those little details at the grocery store when I was picking up a month’s worth of food. And I nearly cursed right then and there, stormed off like a fucking caveman, because I couldn’t get what I wanted. And that was Bailey.
I kept myself busy with work around the cabin and the property, even more so once I knew I couldn’t have her. I’d been pissed at myself for not making her see we were meant for each other. I was fucking angry I’d let her get away.
At this point, it was all busywork, but it was manual labor that would not only tire me out but hopefully keep my mind preoccupied. That was until I thought about her again, which seemed to be every other fucking minute.
Fuck, I either needed professional help or I just needed to find out where she was and go to her, demand she was mine like I was a barbarian. And that actually seemed very fucking realistic.
Chapter Three
Gavin
I kept to myself pretty much ninety percent of the time. The only reason I needed to go into town was to either stock up on supplies or when it had to do with one of the properties I owned.
And that was enough socializing to last me a lifetime.
My great-grandfather had moved to this town with not much money. Then, he struck it rich with oil. Afterward, my grandfather and father had bought several properties throughout the town. Over the years, my family had renovated, sold, and rented out those properties. And now T. Properties was well known in town. Although financially, I didn’t need to deal with any of this, could have had the lawyers handle the legalities and paperwork, I had a Type A personality, so things needed done my way.
Besides, being forced to actually be social and deal with people in the town I lived in made it so I wasn’t a total fucking hermit.
I opened up the driver side door and looked behind me. Bear was sitting on the first step of the porch. I knew what he was waiting for.
I whistled and patted my thigh with my hand, calling him over. “You coming with me today, boy?” For a moment, he just stood there as if he were thinking about my question. “You grumpy old dog. I know damn well you like going into town.” Then, he slowly took his time and walked over to me. He was starting to get arthritis in his joints, so I lifted him into the cab, and he moved over to the passenger seat.
I smirked and shook my head as I stared at him looking out the window.
I cranked the engine, put the truck in Drive, and headed down the mountain toward town. It was a good twenty minutes of rocky terrain, but Bear and I were used to it. Half the time, he came with me when I had to do my supply run; the other half, he was too tired and lazy to be bothered getting up from the porch.
I reached over and scratched behind his ear, and he made a gruff sound before turning his head and licking my arm. I was going to be sad when I lost him, but for as stubborn as he was, I knew it would be a long while before he finally passed away. And I cherished every day, let him live it on his own terms. He deserved it. He earned it.