Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Relationships did not lead to happiness.
“What are you doing here?” Kye asked, walking back into the garage, frowning at me.
“Smoking a goddamn cigarette. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snapped lighting up another one.
Kye held up his hands. “Easy. Just surprised you’re here and not back at the house.” He walked past me to go over to get the tire pressure gauge. “Girls seemed pretty happy that y’all were coming home today. And when I say girls, I mean yours too.”
I could hear the judgment in his tone. Didn’t need that shit. I was working through things.
“It’s not like that,” I bit out angrily. “I take care of her. We aren’t a fucking couple. She needs something, I handle it. But I fuck who the hell I want.”
Kye didn’t respond as he turned to walk back out. I stood up, glaring after him as if he had done something wrong. Well, he had. He’d put an image of Aspen in my head, fucking happy that I was coming back and then confused when I didn’t show up with the others. Dammit. I hadn’t even texted her. When they’d run home like their fucking dicks were going to fall off if they didn’t get them into their women’s cunts, I had balked. That wasn’t me. I had no reason to rush back.
But she’d been excited to see me. I ran a hand through my hair. Fuck!
Pulling out my phone, I decided I’d text her. Make sure she was okay. Tell her I’d be back tonight. Make her smile. That kind of shit. That was what we did. Not me rushing home to her. Never that.
Me: Hey, sweetheart. You good today?
I felt restless, standing there, looking down at the phone. Needing to see her typing was making me unsettled. The dots appeared, and I let out a breath.
Aspen: Yes. I’m reading by the pool.
I groaned. Thank fuck Kye wasn’t there if she was in the goddamn bikini.
Me: Don’t get burned.
I didn’t like the idea of her smooth, creamy skin hurting. Unless it was on her ass from my belt. FUCK! No. That had been a wayward thought. Not happening. I didn’t want to hurt her. She’d fucking cry. She couldn’t deal with my kinks.
Aspen: I’m coated up with sunblock.
I shoved the image of her rubbing herself down out of my head. I needed to fuck. That was all this was. I could also use a blow job and an ass to whip.
Me: Good. I’ll be back tonight. Could be late. Just go to bed when you’re ready.
My sheets were going to smell like her. My hand fisted against my thigh. Yep, I needed some pussy. The kind that I didn’t have to worry about hurting.
Aspen: Okay.
Nothing else. Fine, that was good. She was outside, reading. She didn’t need me. All was well.
I slid through my Contacts until a name showed up that interested me. Ramona, the hot waitress at Bandits. I hadn’t seen her in a while. Tits weren’t big, but they were real. She had a fat ass that I liked to spank. I thought she was the one who got off when I was spanking her. Either that or she faked it. Either way worked for me.
I pressed her number and walked back into the office. She’d work just fine. That was, if she was still single and hadn’t done something stupid, like get serious with a man. She answered on the second ring, and I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was available.
It might take me getting my nut several times, but she could handle me. By the time I went home tonight, I’d be sated, and Aspen wouldn’t be a temptation.
She was my fragile little angel, and I had to keep this shit away from her. The fact that it made me fucking hard to think about taking my belt to her pissed me off. Thinking about her tears made my damn cock throb as much as it made me sick to my stomach. Boundaries with her. I had to keep those in check. I’d pushed too far when I told her to get naked for me and show me her pussy. That was a line I didn’t need to cross. Again.
Twenty-Three
Aspen
Going to the shop with Trinity to take the guys dinner shouldn’t be a big deal. But it felt like one. Levi hadn’t come back here to see me since they had gotten home this morning, and I didn’t want to make it appear like I was chasing him by going to his work. Explaining all this to Trinity was impossible. No one really knew what was going on with Levi and me, not even me. How did you explain something you didn’t understand?
After the first night on FaceTime, Levi had only sent one or two texts a day, while he was gone, checking on me. No more sexy calls or even a mention of it. The insecure feeling it had caused only got worse when Huck had come inside like a man on a mission, picked up Trinity, who squealed with delight, and taken her downstairs to their private room. Levi hadn’t come with him. He hadn’t texted until hours later.