Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Sorry, Sax.
I pulled the cake from the cooler and walked back out of the pantry with it. Gypsi was perched on one of the barstools, watching me.
Friends, Trev. You’ve got to be friends. Stop fucking her in your head. Eyes off her crossed legs.
“How big of a slice do you want?” I asked her as I set it down in front of her.
“Are we not taking it outside?”
I shook my head. “Fuck no. I bought this for you. Those bastards will eat it all. You’ll just get one piece.”
She laughed. “I told you, I can’t eat this whole thing.”
I grabbed two forks from the drawer and held them up. “I didn’t say you were. We are sharing. Some cake tonight, then tomorrow, then the next day.”
“Who says I will be here tomorrow and the next day?”
I wiggled my eyebrows, making her smile. “My dad. He’s hot for your mom. She’s not going anywhere.”
There was a flicker of worry in her eyes, but she smiled anyway. What about that worried her? Was it because we could end up as stepsiblings? I’d already cleared that up. I had made it okay in my head and I thought I’d smoothed it over for her too. Steps with benefits sounding real damn good to me.
I put a plate and fork in front of her before taking the lid off the cake. Picking up the knife, I sliced two large pieces that made her laugh and placed them on our plates.
“I’m gonna need milk for this. What about you?” I asked.
“Water would be nice.”
Turning from her, I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, then got the milk. I could feel her watching me as I poured my glass and put the carton away. She liked looking at me, and I liked her doing it. I would prefer she put her hands all over me, but eyes were good for now. I’d never had to work at it to fuck a girl. This would be fun. I could think of it as a game. A challenge was different and I had grown bored with my sex life I realized. Gypsi was giving me some excitement and she didn’t even know it.
I pulled out the stool beside her and sat down. “So, if our parents get married, would you move in here? Or are you headed off to college in the fall?”
She smiled as she used the fork to cut a small portion of the cake on her plate. “I would travel. Take the camper and just go. College isn’t something I can afford right now, but one day.”
Frowning, I stared at her. “What camper?”
“The one we live in,” she replied, then put some cake in her mouth.
I thought she lived in a trailer. Not a camper. I started to ask her why she lived in a camper, but she closed her mouth and moaned. Words left me as my cock twitched in my damn shorts. Fuck, that was hot. She even made eating cake sexy.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she grinned. “This is the best cake I’ve ever had. Thank you. And you’re right. I don’t want to share anymore. We can eat it all.”
I chuckled, then turned my attention to my cake just to stop eye-fucking her. Clearing my throat, I moved the topic back to her living conditions. “Why are you living in a camper?”
“We’ve always lived in it. We don’t normally stay in one place long.”
What the fuck?
“So, you’re an actual gypsy?”
She grinned. “Yep.”
Did my dad know this? He was dating a woman who lived in a camper and moved all the time? How had that worked when Gypsi was growing up? Did she ever make friends and get settled somewhere long enough to get attached? This bothered the fuck out of me, and it shouldn’t have. Not my problem. I wasn’t looking to fix her life. I was looking to fuck her.
“Do you like living that way? Is that why you would leave if they got married?”
She shrugged. “I want to have roots one day. It’s just … if Mom gets married, she doesn’t have to move me into her new home. I’m not a child. I’m almost twenty. We live together now because it’s just us. But if she has a husband, then I need to be an adult and live my own life. And traveling is all I know. Maybe I’ll find a place I love and get a good job, save up, and go to college, make a life for myself there. I just don’t know yet.”
Why was this hot? She had no fear. She was a free spirit. The idea of living in a home like this when all she’d ever known was a camper didn’t seem to appeal to her at all. She didn’t give a fuck about our money.