Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
She pursed her lips.
“Leave for where?” she wondered.
“The wedding,” I replied.
Her mouth dropped into an O.
“Oh yeah,” she hesitated. “I forgot.”
I nodded. “Come or stay?”
“I’ll go,” she whispered, turning back to the bacon. “But I don’t have anything to wear this weekend.”
“I can go get you something!” Rhea exclaimed with excitement.
Tasha turned toward Rhea.
“I can do it,” she hedged. “It’s hard to find something that fits completely without trying it on.”
“We’ll run by the mall on the way home,” I offered.
I lived in Uncertain, but my main office was in Longview, about an hour away.
She turned her beautiful brown eyes up to me once again and smiled.
“I think you’ll regret that,” she teased.
I shrugged. “I have two sisters. How much worse could you be?”
Way…way worse.
Something I found out three hours later.
Mostly because she made me sit in the dressing room with her while she tried on things because I was ‘intimidating.’
Whatever.
“How about this one?” she turned.
She was wearing a different bra today, so each time she took off her top, I could make out the play of metal through the thin barrier.
Not to mention I could practically see her nipples.
The bra wasn’t thick enough to hide those beauties.
My dick was uncomfortably hard, and I could’ve sworn she was doing it on purpose.
My eyes strained to stay on just what she was wearing, and not stray to her breasts or too short skirt.
I’d managed to hold on to some semblance of control, too.
I was doing so well.
“It’s better than the last,” I told her honestly.
She looked at me over her shoulder, then sighed before ripping the dress off.
It fell to her feet in a flutter of gauzy material, and I blinked as I got a load of her ass.
The panties weren’t a thong. They were the type that barely covers the ass, but I couldn’t tell you what they were called.
But when she bent forward to reach for yet another dress, I was done.
Standing up, I bent over her and gathered the two dresses that I liked most.
I knew they’d fit.
Everything she’d tried on, had.
So I picked up her shorts and shirt from the floor, tossed them at her, and left before she could protest.
“I’m going to go pay for these,” I said. “I’ll meet you out front.”
Without another word, I left.
Once I’d paid for the purchases, I walked outside and took a seat next to the old man that was currently occupying the bench right beside the front doors.
“How’s it going?” I mumbled.
I hadn’t really expected him to answer.
It was more of a polite gesture on my part than wanting an actual conversation with him.
But he answered, surprising me.
“Be better if my wife didn’t think I was made of money,” he grumbled.
I snorted as I tried to conceal my laugh.
“My woman’s trying on the whole damn place. I’d be happy to buy her whatever she wanted, as long as I didn’t have to sit there and watch her do it,” I told him.
He turned a grizzled smile my way, and I was struck by how happy he looked.
“Oh, I love my Mary Bell,” he rolled his eyes. “I just like to give her a hard time.”
The electric doors behind me slid open, and I glanced over my shoulder at Tasha as she stomped her way out.
She didn’t stop at my side, either.
Instead she walked right up to my old truck, yanked open the door, then slumped into the seat.
She didn’t even manage to get the door closed before her energy gave out.
And I found that I liked her needing my help.
I wondered idly what it would take to get her to never leave my home but decided not to dwell on that right now.
“Well,” I said standing. “It was nice to meet you.”
The man offered me his hand. “A little piece of advice, son?”
I turned to him and smiled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“She may be feisty, but those are the ones that are worth every bit of fight you have in you. Treat her well, and she’ll hand you the world.”
With that, he got up, and I watched as he escorted the woman that’d come out of the door while we’d been talking.
Like him, she was elderly, too
But the moment she saw the man at my side, she lit up like she had been presented with the best fuckin’ gift in the world.
I watched as he helped her across the parking lot, holding her bags and laughing at whatever she was saying.
And I realized something.
I wanted that.
I wanted that badly.
Looking at the woman sitting in my truck, leaning her head against the door watching me, I wondered if maybe I already had it within my reach.
Chapter 8
Mondays suck so hard that they should become a part of the porn industry.
-Casten to Tasha
Tasha
“What do you think is appropriate to wear to a wedding you’re attending, with a man you’re dating, and I say dating as a relative term since Casten and I aren’t really dating,” I rushed out.