Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97409 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97409 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Hey.” I rolled my window down. “Need a hand?”
“Depends.” She tilted her head to the side, her hair blowing in the wind. From the little light that was shining on her from the moon and my lights reflecting on the road, I could tell she was a knockout. “Are you a murderer?” Out of everything she could have asked, I would have never imagined her asking that.
“Not that I know of.” I smirked at her.
I suggested she could wait in my truck, but she didn’t take me up on the offer. Still, I left the motor running when I parked my truck in front of her car, in case she wanted to bolt out of there.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi.” I smiled at her, and I was wrong about her being a knockout, she was way past that and probably out of my league. “I’m Theo.”
I reached my hand out as she told me that serial killers usually introduced themselves to their prey, but she still crouched down beside me when I looked at her tire. It was shredded, and she’s lucky she pulled over in time and wasn’t going fast. She might have lost control of the car.
I changed her tire in a little over ten minutes, and the whole time she was beside me, helping by shining the flashlight on her phone just where I needed the light.
“That should do it,” I said to her as I put the jack back in the trunk, dusting off my hands.
“Thank you, really,” she said.
“Do you have a rag or anything?” My hands were filthy and streaked with grease. She shook her head. “How far do you live from here?”
“I’m not going to tell you where I live. That’s an open invitation to come and murder me.”
“Collins, if I were going to murder you, I would have done it while you were next to me.” She thought about it. “I’m going to follow you home to make sure you get there. The pressure in that spare is low.”
“You’ve already done so much for me. You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t, but I’m going to. It’s really late, so if we can just jump over the whole conversation, that would be amazing.”
I thought for sure she would argue with me, but she didn’t. She got behind the wheel, and I followed her to her little house, where the grass was a bit overgrown. When she got out of her car, she held up her hand. “I feel really bad about before,” she said. “Please come in and wash your hands. It’s the least I can do.”
I thought about turning her down. I should have turned her down. But the smile she gave me in that moment made me forget my own rule. “I promise not to murder you.”
I followed her into her house and washed my hands. When she handed me a towel to dry them, that’s when it happened. I kissed her, and it went from a kiss to a serious make-out session, and the next thing I knew, we were in her bed.
I should have left when we were done having sex the first time. Instead, I got up, got rid of the condom, and then watched her turn on the shower. I left the room for a split second to get the second condom. It was a tight fucking squeeze in her tiny shower, but I put my mouth exactly where I got a quick taste before I took her the first time. Her back was against the wall, one of my hands playing with her nipple while the other fucked her, and my mouth sucked on her clit. It took less than three minutes for her to come on my tongue. A sweetness I have never tasted before. It took me less than ten seconds to slip the second condom on, or at least try to. Before I even got the packet in between my teeth, she was on her knees in front of me, the base of my cock in her hand, the tip in her mouth.
We fell into her bed not long after that, our bodies still damp. It was then that I finally got the second condom on and, unlike the first time, I took my time with her.
I should have made an excuse after round two, but I didn’t. I lay there in her bed and listened to her breathing. It was the first time I had ever done that, and I didn’t even understand it at the moment.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, looking up at the water and then closing my eyes when it runs down my face. “You’re a goddamn idiot,” I tell myself. One-night stands are my norm, but it didn’t sit well with me as I was leaving. I knew I would see her in town, eventually, since she lived here. It was as if I was waiting for it to happen, but I never expected it to be today, my first day back. Not in a million years.