Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Imagine what those guys were going to do to that girl,” I reply. “What if it was you in that truck—”
Delilah shakes her head. “I never would have let myself get into that situation to begin with! Don’t even go there with me, Lyle. Now you still stink from work. Go into the house and take a shower. And don’t ever do something like that again.”
She brushes past me and goes into the house. I can see from the way she has her shoulders hunched and how she practically kicks the door open on her way in that she’s pissed off.
“Oh, well,” I sigh and glance up at the clouds drifting slowly above as I wonder what my life would have been like had her father never come to me that day.
There has to be a way out of this, I think. But Clint and his goons run all of Tangerine Forks and all of the towns around here. I’m one guy and he’s got an entire organization working for him. Hell, I can’t even imagine what he’d do to me if he even heard I pissed Delilah off, let alone tried to leave her.
It’s like being held hostage from a distance and not even being able to confront your hostage taker.
A minute passes and I follow her inside and go into the bathroom. One thing Delilah’s right about though; I do still stink of work. Being a mechanic means constantly getting your hands dirty, getting covered with grease, oil, all kinds of industrial cleaners that I’ve gotten used to at the garage but don’t want to bring home and end up covering the house in.
I strip down and climb into the hot water and start to scrub myself down. I use the shower downstairs, not the one connected to our bedroom, as we like to keep that one nice and uncontaminated by whatever crud I bring home from the garage.
I tilt my head, embracing the heat, and lean against the tile as I start soaping myself up.
Yara…
I can’t stop thinking about her, and somehow standing here naked is just driving the image of her even closer to the front of my mind.
I haven’t let my anger get ahold of me like that in a while. A long while. But seeing those men on top of her like that just brought it out in me - the rage…the fire…the side of me I’ve worked for so long to suppress. And until today I was sure I had.
But then I saw her, and something inside me shifted. The next thing I knew I was slamming on the brakes, out of my car and tearing those men to pieces.
And I don’t feel one sliver of remorse.
Those bastards deserved it and so much more.
Yara came here to start fresh – to get away from her terrible father and her hard life, and she expected to find escape in a quaint little New England town like out of the movies. And instead, the first thing that happens to her when she steps off the bus is a group of men assaulting her.
I gave her a studio apartment, but it’s not enough. I’d give her the world if I could.
I’d give her all nine inches I’ve got morning, noon, and night. No doubt the last thing on her mind right now is sex, and I feel guilty as hell even thinking it right now, but I am a man, and I’m dying to know what she looks like under those jeans and that sweatshirt she was wearing.
I open my eyes and look down to see I’m hard as a steel bolt. Using some soap, I lube up my hand and begin slowly stroking myself, picturing what Yara would look like standing in front of me just as naked, using her hands on me as I explore the curves of her body.
I’d move up her thighs, on the outsides first, then cup her ass and squeeze it as I kept my eyes on locked hers to watch her reaction.
“Play with my balls,” I’d tell her, and she would. I’d already be on the verge of blowing my load, so I’d move up and stroke her perfect tits before pulling her close. Then, right as I was about to come, I’d thread my fingers through the back of her hair and bring my lips to hers.
But I wouldn’t kiss her. I’d whisper right into her mouth and tell her, “I’m gonna come all over you, baby.”
My little fantasy is enough to get me there quickly. I shoot a load all over the shower wall. And boy is it a big one too. The first shot splashes against the tile with an audible splat, and I have to brace myself as I empty my balls with an orgasm far more intense than I was anticipating.