Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I went with ignoring her.
I looked down at my phone, at the blank status update that was just as blank now as it had been five minutes ago when I’d opened Facebook up to make the post, and I wondered what a police department would put there.
I mean, I had ideas. I just wasn’t sure that it was appropriate to say ‘Don’t be a cocksucker. Get off your phone and pay attention to the road.’
My mouth quirked. I’m fairly sure that Tyler Cree would gut me with a fucking spoon if I did that.
I looked out the window of the Taco Shop at the road, and my eyes caught on the car that was in the process of making a left hand turn out of the parking lot but wasn’t using a turn signal.
I typed out the status, then posted it once I’d read over it for errors. There weren’t any that I could see, at least none that were glaringly obvious. Then again, grammar had never been my strong suit.
The only reason I’d passed during my senior year had been because of my ex. She’d done my homework for me and had written my essays. The only thing I did on my own was just barely pass the tests. Well, that and sweet talk Mrs. Boone into grading the entire class on a curve because she wanted her favorite student to pass.
My mind went on alert when June walked up to my table and stood directly next to it, staring at me with a mixture of hostility and acceptance.
“How long do you think you’ll be on your phone?” she asked. “And do you mind if I sit with you?”
I gestured to the open seat across from me. “By all means.”
She sat down, her drink in one hand, and her phone in the other, and stared.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I just thought you’d start in on the questions immediately. I guess it’s kind of surprising that you didn’t blurt them out like everyone else in this town would. Or stare at me like I’m an extraterrestrial lifeform the minute I walk in the door.”
I had stared at her, but it hadn’t been in anything other than appreciation.
“My momma taught me not to be a rude little shit,” I admitted. “Though, those manners didn’t come until I was well into my teen years. I was an awful child.”
June’s lips kicked up at the corner. “I was a great little girl. It was kind of opposite for me. I didn’t start going bad until I hit thirteen.”
My brows went up. “I just can’t see how you were ever bad. You have this whole ‘innocent’ vibe about you.”
She blushed, and I wondered about it. She was a beautiful woman…she had to know that.
She was so flustered that instead of saying another word, she placed her phone on the table and swiped it open.
“Are you on break?” she questioned, not looking at me.
My lips kicked up at one corner. “Yeah. I am.”
I stared at her while she scrolled through something on her phone. Periodically, she’d glance up quickly, catch me staring, and then look back down at her phone. Each time she did this, her cheeks would get redder and redder.
Just when I was about to tease her even more, she surprised me by throwing her head back and laughing.
Just the sight of her joy had my gut clenching with something perilously close to need.
I looked down at my crotch. My dick hadn’t worked right since I’d gotten back and recuperated enough to finally take an interest in the female species again. But nobody had done it for me.
Not until today. Not until her.
Holy. Shit.
Just seeing her head back laughing had sent my cock up to full mast.
Why now?
Because the sight of June’s head thrown back, her throat muscles working with her laughter and her mouth open wide to let it out, fueled an image in my mind of what she’d look like with my dick buried in her throat. Oh yeah, I could see it vividly.
“Oh, God.” She snickered, her head falling forward once again as she wiped the hilarity from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Look at this,” she ordered, showing me her phone.
She showed me Hostel PD’s Facebook page, and I found my heart lightening.
I grinned. “It was good, wasn’t it?”
She rolled her eyes. “I wish everyone had this same mindset.” She shook her head as laughter crossed over her face once again. “They have this invention. It’s called a turn signal.”
Hearing the words that I’d just typed into the status update for the page had my smile growing once again.
I chuckled. “I saw a meme that said that the other day.”
She peered at me over the top of her cup. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” I grunted and gestured to the parking lot where the non-turn-signal-using man had just left. “Fucker pulled out of the parking lot, on his phone, seatbelt off, with no turn signal in sight. Thought I’d share that the turn signal was non-negotiable.”