Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
He’d only been back for a couple of days, and he felt like a damn loser. The only part of his day he looked forward to was seeing Darcy. He made excuses to his parents about eating out.
Darcy opened the door and today she was dressed in a skirt that molded to her body and a thin crop top. It was a little warm out today. She looked sexy to him. The shirt cupped her tits and seemed to push them up, and the sight of them made him ache. Would it be so wrong to press his face against those tits?
Last night in the shower, he’d wrapped his fingers around his cock and thought about all the things he wanted to do to this woman. How he wanted to strip her naked and spread her open, kissing every inch of her body. He wanted to open those thighs and spend hours licking that sweet pussy.
“You came back,” she said.
This made him chuckle. “You’re surprised?”
“Ugh, yeah, weren’t you bored last night?”
He stepped over the threshold, like last night, grabbed the door, and closed it. The moment they were alone, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He wanted to kiss those lips, but first he pressed his face against her neck and breathed her in, basking in the scent of her. She smelled so good. He knew one taste was not going to be enough.
Once he had breathed her in, he sunk his fingers into her long, brown hair, staring into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her the way he’d fantasized last night.
Tracing her lips, he slid inside and heard her slight intake of breath, and then felt her tongue against his, deepening the kiss. He also loved her hands on him. This time, she placed her hands on his waist and then slowly began to travel up his body, going around his neck.
He felt her tits against his chest. His cock thickened, and he couldn’t resist pressing her up against the wall as he deepened the kiss.
There was a ding, and this time Darcy pulled away. “I’ve got a pot roast in the oven. It’s ready.”
“A pot roast?”
“I didn’t know if you were going to be hungry.”
Joe let her go but frowned as he followed her. “If you didn’t think I was going to come and visit you tonight, why did you make a pot roast?”
Darcy stopped. She had put on some oven gloves and turned to look at him. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d arrive, but I wasn’t sure, and I don’t want you to go hungry.”
“And if I hadn’t arrived?” Joe asked.
“I’d have eaten pot roast tonight, then portioned it out and put the rest in my freezer.”
Joe chuckled. “Then I’m glad I arrived.”
He saw her face go red. “I am too.”
“You’ve been let down a lot, haven’t you?” Joe asked, feeling anger at the people before him.
He didn’t want to feel jealous. Neither of them knew who he was or what he meant to Darcy, and she was also fifteen years older than him.
“They’ve not let me down. I know I don’t lead an exciting life.” She shrugged. “If you were expecting some kind of cougar, or whatever it is you guys call it, I’m kind of boring. I love to cook and bake. Crafting takes up a large part of my life.”
“I know. You work with my mom,” Joe said. He remembered his mother’s many hobbies growing up. None of them had been phases, but he also recalled when she had decided to start knitting. The first sweater she knitted him had been a disaster. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings, and he’d still worn it to school, even though several of the guys had attempted to mock him.
They hadn’t been laughing by the time he’d been through with them. Far fucking from it. He still wore the sweater, in fact, it might still be in his box of homemade gifts that had stopped fitting him as he got older.
Darcy cringed and Joe laughed. He watched as she put the large pot on top of the stove, closed the oven, and then turned to him.
She used the back of her arm to push her fringe out of the way. “I think we need to be clear here, Joe.”
“Clear?”
“Yes. I’m … ugh, I don’t have any experience,” she said. “I don’t know what it’s like to date or to be a mate. I’ve been on several awful dates. Not one was amazing. I tend to get nervous a lot. I’ve seen the way men and women act who are mated. Like your parents. They love each other so completely and they have this bond between them that will never go away. It is magical to see, and it’s not just them. I’ve seen it with many other couples over the years. So, I know what I want. I have also seen couples come to love each other, but then their mate arrives, and I’ve seen the disaster that causes.”