Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
"Ugh." I end the call, feeling annoyed. Then I think about it. He gave me his phone to use until he gets back. That's a little too trusting. I'm not complaining, but I keep it anyway and set it on the table in the living room and go about straightening up. I'm making chicken fettuccini alfredo tonight for dinner with fresh garlic bread, and I like to use fresh garlic when I can.
After straightening up the living room, I take a nap on the sofa. The sound of the phone going off wakes me up. I look at it, and it's John. "Hello," I groggily answer.
"Babe, were you sleeping?"
"Damn it, you caught me sleeping on the job," I joke, trying to wake up.
"I didn't mean to wake you. I'm going to be a little later than I hoped, but I'll be back around five."
"So do you want dinner when you get back, or later when we're done with the paperwork?"
"A late dinner works better for me."
"It won't take me long to cook either way.”
"Good, babe. I'll be back then. Get some rest. I want you to stay up for the countdown, remember?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"See ya." I end the call because he doesn't want to hang up, and I love it. I might be getting slightly addicted to the sound of his voice. Still, sleep takes over and I fall back to sleep on the sofa.
Chapter Seven
Tobias
I feel like a jackass when she ends the call. I was about to say goodbye again for the third or fourth time like a dummy. I'm glad she saved me from myself.
"You are like a lovesick puppy. You know that, right?"
"Fuck off, John." He just laughs at me as we continue, cataloging the cattle and the sheep. We've sold off three dozen sheep this morning along with two dozen cattle. I have two full grown bulls that are going to be sold next week, but I have to make sure their records are up to date. In the past year, my cows gave birth to six more bulls. It's good for business, but I need to offload some of them soon. I'll probably go to an auction in the coming months.
"That's the second call in two hours after spending several hours together."
"So fucking what. How many times do you call Louisa during the day?" I bark out, getting pissed because I know I’m obsessed with Ava and I’d be pissed at my guys if they spent half the day mooning over some girl.
"It depends on how swamped we are."
"Fuck off, John."
"You said that already. I've got a loving wife for that." He winks and I catch myself about to repeat the same damn insult. Damn my brain is so fucking stuck on getting back to Ava that I’ve lost my quick-witted insults.
"Get back to work, then."
"I'm waiting on you, lover boy. You know I'm teasing. I'm happy for you. She seems like a really good girl."
"She is. I finally told her about playing football."
"Oh wow. How did that go?"
"She was surprised and not, at the same time. She said it explained why people stared at me. She didn't seem pissed."
"That's good. Very good. I suppose she knows that she has her own secrets, so it's only fair."
"You have a point there. Now let's finish this before it gets any later. I'm sure you want to get home to your family before the night's over."
"True."
We work our asses off, and finally I'm on my way back to the house. I would call, but I sent John home with his phone. When I unlock the door, I smell something that hits my nose. After slipping out of my gear, I enter the kitchen and see her mixing something in a bowl.
"I'm home.”
“I see.” She raises her eyebrow and smiles.
“What's that?"
"Bruschetta. Here. Have a bite."
"Okay." I close the distance and open my mouth. She places the small, toasted garlic bread with the toppings to my lips. I bite down and groan. "This is good, baby."
"Thanks. I figured we could have some as a snack tonight.”
"Works for me." I bite the rest she's holding between her fingers, stealing a taste of her skin in the process. She gasps, and I'm ready to carry her upstairs to get rid of this ache between my legs. My dick throbs like a motherfucker. "I need a shower. I'll be down in fifteen. Then we can go over the paperwork.”
As soon as I get in the shower, I stroke my cock, groaning, rocking my hips to the vision of her down on her knees with those parted lips ready for me. She cups my cock, slipping her soft hands around my base and then wraps her tongue over the head before sucking me down. She moans, vibrating my cock and I nut, shooting my load into my hand and onto the shower wall. I'm so fucked. Hopefully, that will help me get through the next few hours of working in close proximity with her without stripping her bare.