Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
And her ass rubbed against the tip of my cock, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin and jerk back a step in my haste to get away from her.
She looked behind me in confusion as she felt me abruptly pull away, but then turned around and looked back at the house next to mine.
“I don’t know who that is,” she said. “I’ve been watching this neighborhood for a while now, and I’ve never once seen anybody come in or out of that house. But someone has to be, because the paper is always picked up and so are the mail and packages. I just never see anyone doing it.”
“Weird,” I muttered, turning my back to her and walking back to the fire to stoke it, hoping during the couple of seconds it took for me to get it back up to life that my cock would learn how to control itself.
She knelt down on the floor, reaching under the coffee table and coming back up with the huge box I’d seen earlier.
“The mailman delivered this today,” she said.
I blinked.
“The mailman?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Sure did,” I said. “They had a tractor come down the road and clear the snow off, followed by a truck with some sand.”
“Probably because this is one of the busier roads that everyone uses,” I said. “I didn’t realize they were getting off their asses to do anything today.”
Her brows rose as she lifted the flaps on the box.
“I’m sensing some hostility there,” she heckled.
I winced.
“The fire department, as well as the police department, has to run regardless of road conditions,” I told her. “So it would’ve been nice for them to start doing that shit three days ago rather than today when it’s finally clearing up.”
“It’s still raining,” she said. “And is supposed to rain for the next week.”
“It’s supposed to rain, not snow. And that’s a completely different thing,” I said. “It’s like comparing apples to apple pie. Same fruit, but one’s more complicated than the other. And tastes better.”
She snorted at the comparison. “I don’t like apple pie.”
I gasped in affront. “What kind of Southerner are you?”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Shut up,” she sniffed. “Look what I got today.”
I looked down into the box.
“What…is that?” I asked, staring at the tube filled with white powder.
“This,” she lifted it. “Is a new product that I’m testing out.”
I read the label and my jaw dropped open.
“That’s…insane,” I groaned. “What are you going to do with it?”
She grinned, showing a perfectly straight row of white teeth.
“This is where you come in.”
And I had to add…had I not been on my second six-pack of beer, along with more than a couple long swigs of wine, I would’ve never considered doing it.
But I did.
And it was the best day of my life, ever.
***
Thirty minutes later, Aspen was a hot mess. Literally and physically.
“You should’ve never turned that battery powered heater on in here. I’m literally dying,” she groaned, wiping sweat off her forehead with her elbows.
The heater was working well; I’d give her that.
It was something the boys at the firehouse had rigged up using a car battery. It put out a lot of heat and allowed me to sleep comfortablly in my bed for the last week without having blankets piled a mile high on top of me.
I took a swig of my beer, well and truly buzzed now.
I couldn’t even say how many I’d had at this point in the night.
A smile overtook my face when I realized I’d have to tell Luke, my boss on the SWAT team, that I couldn’t come in if a callout were to happen right then.
I was well and truly drunk, and enjoying every minute of it.
“I’m going to be naked here in a few seconds,” I said somewhat loudly, never able to control my mouth when I was this far gone. “You’ll have to forgive me if I wanted to make sure there was no shrinkage. Have I mentioned that I can’t believe I’m doing this right now?”
“Yes,” she snickered. “About twenty times now. But it was your idea.”
I snorted, then sat back on the counter in Aspen’s bathroom.
“Okay,” she grinned excitedly, looking at the thermometer in the water. “It’s ready.”
I crossed my arms over my chest.
“My cock needs inspiration,” I said. “And it’s only fair.”
“What’s only fair?” She sounded confused, leaning back to look at me, taking a swig from her bottle of wine while she did.
“I’m practically naked, and I will be in a few minutes. The least you could do is take your clothes off, too,” I challenged.
I wasn’t sure she was going to do it, but when she sat the bottle down onto the counter with a loud clunk, punctuating that sound by whipping off her shirt, I nearly swallowed my tongue.