Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I knew I was being a little shrill, but I felt justified in this particular instance.
I was a wreck. I had beard burn... everywhere. My hair was a hopeless case, but I could yank that up as soon as I got to work. My makeup was all raccoon'd up. And I had only a tight blue dress and this white tee I stole from Pagan to wear.
I was just coming out of the bathroom when I heard Pagan coming up the stairs. He came in with my dress in his hand. The dress also wasn't wrinkled as though he had gotten it off the deck and laid it out for me the night before.
"Thank you," I said, grabbing it, and yanking off the tee to slide inside. Then I yanked the tee back on, knotting it to the side of my hip, deciding it was sort of a look, albeit a rather obvious one.
Pagan watched me with interest through this all, but I was too frantic to feel insecure.
"Should I call someone, or can you..." I started.
To that, I practically got an eye roll. "I can drop you at work, Kennedy," he said, like it was stupid to think he might not as he reached for a tee and pulled it on. "Come on, your shoes and purse and shit are in the kitchen."
With that, I got my shoes and purse and shit and Pagan took me into the garage, showing me that along with the bike, he also had a couple very busted-up looking ATVs, dirt bikes, and a very nice sports car.
He was living the life.
And I was scraping by and losing money by being with him.
Ugh.
I was being pathetic.
I climbed in and he brought me to work.
There was no goodbye kiss or, well, even a goodbye.
He pulled up about one storefront down and waved a hand toward my shop that wasn't, you know, on fire or anything without me.
"Right. Um... thanks..." I said, uncomfortable with the silence, reaching for the handle, and jumping out.
"Well la de da. Look who it is. How's that shame walk working for you?" Benny asked, giving me a wicked smile as I walked in, finding the shop empty, and about having a heart attack.
"Benny where..."
He waved a hand at me, shaking his head. "Girl, I told you I could handle the shop if you need to get your lady bits attended to."
"But... but you were double booked."
"Kenny, have we met? I can entertain an entire fucking shop of women without any of them getting pissed about the wait. Got the blowout done, then did the cut and color. Took some selfies. And since then, one of them, the one who had to wait, already left us a glowing review. Stop stressing out so much."
It was like all my air came back to me at once, making me almost painfully aware that I had killed a really good mood back at Pagan's place for, as it turned out, no reason.
"Look at you; you're all kinds of out of it. I think your tits are half out of that bra. And that hair. Oh, I just knew he was every bit as good in the sack as he seemed. Was his cock huge?"
I looked down at my shirt, realizing he was right; there was definite boob spillage. Then, because we were close like that and no one else was around, I reached down my top and rearranged things into order, then walked over to a station to sit down and get to work on fixing my hair and makeup.
"Yes," I answered when he walked up behind the chair, brow raised, not willing to let me keep the memory to myself.
"I knew it. He talks like a man who has a giant meat popsicle."
I snorted at that, my smile breaking out so wide it hurt my cheeks. Meat popsicle. Leave it to Benny.
Also, right about then, I remembered that I had sucked on that 'meat popsicle' and felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Come on, details."
I knew he wanted something juicy, but I wasn't the best at details like that. So I gave him what I could. "We went back to his place and skinny dipped in the hot tub and then he took me upstairs and we... you know..."
"Fucked."
"Right, yeah. Then we, ah, watched a Die Hard movie and went to sleep."
During that part, his smile fell away, and his brows drew downward. "You... watched Die Hard and went to sleep?"
Almost a little offended that he thought that was weird, even though I totally knew it was absolutely weird, I shrugged. "And then I woke up to him spooning me while holding my boob, dead asleep, with a raging hard on. And things... progressed."
"Oh, I bet they did. No wonder you look so freshly fucked. It was cock to car in a matter of minutes."