Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Her lips parted, and I thought she was going to protest. Or brush me off again, but instead she gave me a brilliant smile. “Deal.”
13
CLIO
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I spent the next week exploring a variety of delights with Sam. Ernie had commented on my constant smile. I wasn’t going to tell him it was from all the orgasms I was getting from my sexy cowboy.
Okay, not my cowboy but mine for now.
I was loving our deal. No strings sex.
I had to give Sam credit for his attentiveness and availability. He’d drop everything to meet me for a nooner on the days Ernie was off. If we hadn’t seen each other during the day, he’d show up at the shop promptly at eight-thirty, thirty minutes after I told him that JT had gone to bed. I’d let him inside to have sex on every horizontal and vertical surface in the shop. We’d done it in his truck again. Leaning over the hood of my car. On Ernie’s desk.
Last night…
God, last night.
I reassembled a chassis I’d already coated in primer and a powder coat, changed the oil on three cars, rotated two sets of tires and replaced a fuel line all the while I replayed every second of our latest not-date. He’d flattened me against the shower wall and fucked me from behind while JT slept, the sound of the running water drowning out the noise. Sam’s hand covering my mouth to muffle my screams made it all the hotter.
When I’d given Ernie and Edna the scoop about the date with David, that it wasn’t a match, I’d also told them I wasn’t really looking for anyone right now.
I wasn’t. Not since I had all the orgasms I needed without any strings.
I didn’t think David was going to say anything about Sam whisking me away with that lie about JT because he’d blabbered on and on about his ex. I doubted he wanted to tell anyone that was what he’d talked about the entire time.
I was enjoying our secret deal. It didn’t mean anything other than sexy fun with a hot guy. If that wasn’t enough, I thought about tonight. What we were going to do or how we were going to do it. The man was inventive as hell. My pussy clenched with anticipation. And ached from the very hard pounding it had been taking lately.
All of our interactions had been quick, illicit hook-ups. Two bodies coming together in a symphony of lust. No dates, no pillow talk. Exactly what I needed.
I lay on the creeper beneath an old Buick looking for a top-side coolant leak. Sam was attentive. Gentlemanly until he wasn’t. He heard me. Listened. Well, listened to what I wanted… harder, faster, more. It wasn’t like we talked about more than that.
Or I’d thought he listened to what I wanted because right then, I heard his voice echo off the cinderblock walls.
“Hey little man!”
What was he doing here while JT was around or still awake? This was not part of our deal.
“Sam!” JT hollered back. I’d collected him from school, and he was working on a hammer and screw board I’d made for him, so he could use some tools.
All I saw was the underside of the car.
Why did Sam think he could come now? Did he imagine he could fuck me over the hood of the Buick with JT around? Have a quickie in the bathroom? I told him I didn’t want to confuse JT by openly dating anyone. Perhaps we should have done a little more talking after all.
I dug my heels into the concrete and rolled from beneath the car.
There he was, leaning against the vehicle and looking down at me.
That cocky smile was in place, and he looked too good. So was how he filled out those clean jeans and blue snap shirt that only made his eyes pop. It looked like he took a shower, as if he’d planned to come by.
My pussy clenched remembering what he’d said to me. Where he’d licked me. How he’d fucked me.
Ugh! My vagina wanted him even though I was mad.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed, glancing toward the back where JT was, hammering. “Now is not the time.”
He winked. “I like that you’re thinking that way, but you’re right. Now’s not the time for that.”
I frowned and climbed from the roller, taking Sam’s hand when he offered. “Then why are you here?”
For a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face. “Picked up my favorite turkey and pesto sandwiches from the Little Apple deli on Main, so you don’t have to cook after working all day. Thought we could take them to the ranch where there’s a new foal, and you and JT could see it. ”
Of course, JT heard everything. My kid and his crazy superhuman hearing. The hammering stopped, and JT’s little feet slapped the floor as he ran over. He had on a pair of plastic safety glasses. “What’s a foal? Is it like a vole or a mole?”