Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
While this man, this Travis, who looked more like he belonged in some high-end boardroom in some cosmopolitan city than here, had stayed. For me! Of course, I didn’t know how long he planned on staying, but it was a huge boost all the same.
“Marley.”
“What?”
“My last name, it’s Marley.” I picked my head up and looked down at him in shocked surprise.
“Marley, you’re…that big old house on the outskirts of town….you…”
“Yes, that’s my ancestral home. My family settled here when they came from England.”
“Oh wow, I’ve been in love with that house forever. It’s the place I’ve always dreamed I’d get married and live in, raise a family….” I let my words dwindle away when I realized how that might sound. How he might take my innocent spiel out of context. Damn!
9
Travis
She’s so cute! I knew the second she realized what she’d said and could imagine just what was going through her head. She’s so easy to read. Even though I’ve stayed away from her during the day, that didn’t mean I wasn’t learning all I could about her.
There were more ways than one to find out all I needed about her and I’ve been doing just that. All it takes is a walk into town, mention grandpa’s name and that I was here to check out the house and the residents treated me like one of their own.
It was an easy thing to work the owner of the only bar in town into the conversation and without me having to add much of anything, I’d learn more than I had the day before.
It went on like that for the past week until I figured I knew about all there was to know about her. I wasn’t surprised by her request to talk tonight. In fact, I’m a bit surprised that she’d held out this long.
She didn’t strike me as the type of woman who could go on having a fuck fest each night, no strings attached without it getting to her at some point. She was a small town girl from her beautiful head to her toes.
“Have you ever been inside?” She shook her head and looked at me with excitement.
“May I?” Now, why the hell had I opened that door?
Though I still hadn’t fucked her out of my system and was finding it hard to get her off of my mind throughout the day, I’d pretty much convinced myself that I could leave anytime I wanted to.
So why especially after she’d gone on and on about her plans for the house, was I opening this can of worms? “Sure, come by tonight after you close up the bar.” She practically vibrated in my arms.
Before I could get myself into any more shit, I took her mind off things by pushing her to her back and fucking my cock back into her in one smooth motion. I’m sure by the third stroke her mind wasn’t on anything else but having me deep in her belly.
The next day I made myself nuts trying to put some order to the old place. There wasn’t much I could do since most of what was needed was structural. I’d played her words of praise for the place over and over in my head all day, trying to see the attraction.
I guess it was easy to see how a small town girl who’d never lived anywhere else could be fascinated with the monstrosity. It had been built in the Grecian style with large columns running along the front, with an upstairs and downstairs wraparound portico.
Because it had been built of stone, the old house had held up pretty well for the last two centuries and only needed a little bit of work to bring it up to code. With the right architecture, a top-notch interior designer and the place would be fit…
Just what in the fuck are you thinking here Travis? You ’re not seriously giving this any thought. You wouldn’t survive a month in this heap. But if it’s the only way to keep the girl…
What the fuck? Since when am I thinking of keeping her? Since her pussy put you on lock you dumb fuck. You shoulda skipped this burg when you had the chance. These one-sided internal conversations were for the birds. I’ve been having them way too often lately, and it was all because of her.
By the time midnight rolled around, I was working on being pissed. I’d spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening stressing over how or when I could leave. For the first time in my adult life, I felt a responsibility to someone else and I can’t say that I liked that shit.
So that’s the reason why when she showed up I was not in the best of moods. I was short and gruff with her as soon as I opened the door. “Did you walk here?”