Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
12
GABE
One slip of my tongue, and I could have had Carsynn flat on her back, my hand sliding beneath her shirt. I’d take it slow, wanting to relish the feeling of her body against mine, her spread thighs stretched to capacity as I wedged mine between, wanting to feel every nuance of her body. I could have taken things a lot fucking further with Carsynn. She was putty in my hands. Christ, the small taste of her alone isn’t enough, and I’m having to tell my cock to calm the fuck down. I’d have probably taken things a hell of a lot further if there weren’t certain barriers looming over our heads, her virginity not included.
As much as she’d like to pretend she’s okay, I know there’s some lingering pain. Hell, I woke up throughout the night to check on her. She’d make a jarring movement, a soft mewl in her sleep, and I’d be sitting up in bed worried that I’d somehow have to manage to get her to a hospital. A damn impossible task before this morning. My truck was proving its worth with the ice on the roads, but even then, we were still sliding, try as I might to keep it from happening or to lessen it. There was no missing the tires not grabbing in a couple of instances. For the most part, Carsynn clenched her hands together in front of her, I’m sure reliving the moment she went through. I couldn’t take my hand off the steering wheel in order to hold hers, and it about killed me. I heard and saw her take a deep breath of relief once we were parked inside my detached garage.
“Hey, Gramps,” I answer my cell on the first ring. Carsynn still hasn’t made it out of the bathroom yet, an annoyance Grandpa Bernie is going to grumble in my ear about.
“Hi, boyo, our girl awake yet?” His voice sounds optimistic, and for that I’m glad. When I told him about the accident, I could hear the strain of emotions in his voice. Shit, he could probably hear it in mine, too.
“Yep, she’ll be out in just a minute. I think she’s up for the day,” I tell him. I’ve been up since before the day broke, looking around the house and property. Mainly the ceilings in each room, the windows and doors. Shit can get in when you least expect it. I’ll be shocked if my place or Carsynn’s won’t have a few issues once things thaw.
“She okay?” It’s the same question he’s asked each and every time he’s called. I couldn’t answer him until Carsynn woke up, which didn’t help calm his nerves any.
“She seems to be. Her forearm is bothering her some. After you two get off the phone, I’m going to take the bandage off and clean it again.” I didn’t think she’d sleep for damn near sixteen hours, or I would have done a better job at bandaging her up. As it was, last night, she was dead on her feet, eyes drooping with every movement. So, it was a rush job.
“Good.” Gramps already knows I was up throughout the night, checking on Carsynn and the house. There’s a lot of snow outside, well above hip deep, which means it’s sitting on top of my metal roof. Once we’ve eaten, I’ll rebandage her arm, and we’ll take care of the elephant in the room of her renting the apartment from me. And I plan on getting on the roof to shovel off the snow that’s piling up.
“Here she is. Don’t take too long with her. She hasn’t eaten yet,” I tell Gramps as Carsynn rounds the corner. She’s in my borrowed shirt from last night. It hangs down to her knees because she’s that fucking tiny. The truth of the matter is, her size is probably the reason she didn’t come out worse for the wear from the wreckage. My eyes sweep the length of her body, landing on her feet. She stole my slippers that were sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. Carsynn must be cold, and while I run hot, she clearly doesn’t. I learned that last night when she was on her side of the bed and would roll toward me, pressing herself to me, her skin was cool to the touch.
“Alright, give the phone to her already and cook her something to eat.” I shake my head at his antics. He’s always trying to boss someone around. Today I’m on his list to bully.
“For you. It’s Gramps,” I mouth to her. Carsynn comes within reaching distance, and I hand her the phone. My hand wraps around her waist, pressing her closer to me while she talks to my grandfather. I tune the conversation out, too busy feeling her body along mine. Her breath hitches while she says hello to Gramps. My head dips, and I run my nose down the length of her cheek, squeezing her to me one more time before guiding her to a barstool. She’s going to sit her pretty little ass down and rest, doctor’s orders. Living in a small town helps, a quick phone call to the sheriff to tell him he’s an asshole for not trying to at least find Carsynn, who was missing. Some kind of citizen of Plaine Hill he is. Election day will be here before you know it, and I know Gramps. He’ll be spreading his displeasure far and wide that his grandson had to go looking for the new-to-town sweetheart. After I left the sheriff bumbling and stumbling with someone yelling at him in the background, I called Doc, who answered on the second ring. I told him what was going on with Carsynn, and he asked me a slew of questions, concussion protocol, how bad the injury was, and even told me to video call with him today so he could double check on her. I’d say Gramps worked a hell of a lot faster than I thought he would, considering all the calls I’m able to make without a shit ton of questions. She’s got her good arm holding the phone to her ear. When I move to step away from her, I feel her fingertips. They’re sliding along my lower abdomen, a ghost of a touch. Except her touch is anything but small. She sears my skin in a way that leaves a lasting impression. My cock flexes beneath my sweats. The boxer briefs I have on underneath aren’t doing a damn thing to conceal me either.