Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
At four o’clock, Amon appears at the tea party tent, whisperin’ something into Lettie’s ear. She scowls at him, then me, but then just shrugs.
Amon comes over my way. “Let’s go. We’re outta here.”
“What do you mean? We’ve got one more party before quittin’ time.”
“No, we don’t.” Amon’s eyes are filled with mischief. “We’ve got a date.”
“We’ve been driving a long time, Amon.”
I side-eye my date, grinning. “We have.”
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going? And why didn’t you let me change?”
“Don’t worry. I packed you an overnight bag.”
Even in the approaching darkness her face lights up. “You packed a bag for me?”
“I sure did. And look, here we are.” I slow the truck down and turn right onto a long driveway that leads through the hills of Virginia.
Rosie nearly misses the sign, so she turns in her seat to catch a final glimpse of it. Then she looks at me. “The Dixie Yonder? Isn’t that the fancy-fancy place where Clover Bradley works?”
“It sure is.”
She leans back in her seat and crosses her arms, but she’s smiling. “An out-of-town, overnight date.”
“It’s a big step, isn’t it?”
She giggles. “Baby steps are overrated.”
“Agreed.”
I park the truck, text Clover, and we get out. She appears just as I’m slipping two bags out of the back of the truck.
“Rosie Harlow!” Clover exclaims. “I haven’t seen you in years!” They hug and chat, and ignore me for a good three minutes. But finally Clover turns to me. “And Amon Parrish. My, my, my. The boys are back in town, aren’t they?” She winks at Rosie. “And it appears that you and Lowyn have snatched them both up lickety-split.” Clover gives me a playful punch in the arm. “Who’s left for me, Amon?”
“Nice to see you again, Clover. And I figure a pretty girl like you has her hands full of handsome men up here in the big city.”
“Big city.” She nearly snorts. “You’re hilarious.” Then she hooks her arm into Rosie’s and tugs her towards a path that leads into the trees. “Come on now. Your love shack is a-waitin’.” She winks at me over her shoulder and I just smile and follow.
The cottage is everything a woman might want for a romantic night away. It’s an outbuilding from days gone by. Some kind of carriage house, maybe. Made of brick that’s been painted white and dotted with shuttered windows, it’s something right out of a fairytale.
Clover opens the door, revealing a warm and inviting room lit up with candles. “You two have yourselves a real good time now.” Then she squeezes Rosie’s arm and turns away, walking back the way we came.
I pan a hand to the door, inviting Rosie in, and even in the rapidly fading light I can see her blush. Her garden-party dress is a soft white color and my security outfit is a tan suit, so we look like a power couple straight out of the pages of Gatsby.
As she walks through the door, her arm brushes up against my chest and I feel a powerful hunger to rip her clothes off and stick her on top of me.
But I take a breath. There’s no need to rush. We’ve got all night and the date doesn’t stop there.
The door closes with a soft click behind me as I come inside the cottage and Rosie turns to face me. Her breasts heave as she sucks in a deep breath and then she lets it out real slow.
My eyes are locked on hers and we stare at each other for a few moments. Then I say, “This isn’t gonna be quick.”
Which makes her laugh, and relax, and then she’s smiling. “Good. I was countin’ on it taking all night.”
And now I’m grinning, but also taking off my jacket. I toss it in the direction of an antique chair and take a step forward as I unbutton my vest. She’s watching my fingertips as one by one the buttons come undone. Then I toss that aside as well.
I’m only a couple of paces from her now and she’s startin’ to fidget. Like she’s not sure what to do. “Just watch,” I say. “That’s your job right now, Rosie Gray Eyes. Just watch.” And as I say that, I unbutton my shirt. Again, her gaze falls to my fingertips and I swear, she leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at my chest in the moment before I open the shirt up and slip it down my arms.
Now I’m only wearing pants and shoes and this is when I close the distance between us. I take her hands, place one of them over my hard cock and bring the other up to my lips so I can kiss her fingers.
We’re staring at each other as all this happens and then she leans in, her hand on my dick, squeezing it and playin’ with it. At the same time, I place her other hand on my cheek. She holds me like that, gazing into my eyes as she grips my cock.