Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I give her a slight nod. "Thank you. I didn't want to assume or bring it in here without letting you know I have that with me."
"It's fine, Dallas. Truly, it is. I'm actually surprised you don't have more firearms since y'all were going to be camping," she says, walking toward me and drying her hands with the dish towel.
The slightest whiff of raspberries comes off her hair as she moves by me to squat and examine the case. She doesn't touch it but eyes it with curiosity. When I kneel beside her, our bodies lightly touch. It ignites something buried deep inside of me. Buried so deep I’ve forgotten what it feels like, and the intensity is almost like a gut punch.
To avoid putting my foot in my mouth or using my mouth to capture hers, I grab the case and rise to my feet. When I extend my hand for her to take, the graze of our palms touching is like a jolt to my system. Blood and primitive urges of excitement course through my body at a pace that has my heart pounding.
The desperate yearning of my body to be close to hers is distracting me from going outside to check on the noise. Her supple pink lips, perfectly kissable in every way. The curves of her silhouette make me want to take her into my arms and hold her against me forever.
Delicately shaking away my burgeoning sexual fantasies, I find my voice to tell her, "I didn't want to bring an entire arsenal with me. I picked one of the sites that have a mix of stuff for kids and campers. The campsite has showers, a pool, and a bunch of stuff to make sure everyone has plenty to do. With all that entertainment, they keep wildlife and riff-raff at bay."
"Wildlife and riff-raff, huh?" she chuckles. "That sounds like one of those things my dad says."
Jesus. I don't want to sound old.
"How old are you?" I ask her.
"Twenty-five."
"Thirty-six," I reply. "You're so young and running that ice cream shop all by yourself?"
She shrugs. "My first job about a decade ago was there. When the previous owner wanted to retire, they left the business to me. I've only ever worked there. So youth and experience don't exactly line up here."
"I'm impressed," I admit, but the perverted corners of my mind bully their way to the forefront. I can't stop myself from wondering about her experience in other aspects of her life. I want to know what her hand looks like wrapping around my cock, what her tongue tastes like, how that ass of hers feels bouncing up and down on my lap.
Thankfully, someone knocks on the door, causing Rye to yelp and turn into me for protection. It's instinctual between us as I grab her around the waist to hold her steady. I can only hope that she doesn't feel the hardness growing behind the crotch of my jeans.
The softness of her body against mine is better than I could have ever imagined. Her subtle floral and fruity scent washes over me like I'm walking through a meadow. She's like sunshine in my arms, but another round of hard knocks against the door snaps me out of this euphoria.
I shuffle Rye behind me as I unlatch my Glock, arm it, and approach the door to open it. She's only a few inches behind me. Her small fingertips clutch my shirt with every step. I want to feel her body against my back, but the fantasy has to wait. The door swings open to reveal a familiar face rather than an intruding stranger.
"Chase?" we both ask simultaneously.
I turn to face Rye, who locks eyes with me as we both ask in unison, "How do you know Chase?"
I holster my weapon after ejecting the bullet in the chamber to add it back to the clip. Chase steps out of the rain, puts a large crate on the ground, and laughs. "How did you two hook up? Where's the munchkin?"
"Sleeping upstairs," I tell him as we embrace.
"How is this a thing?" Rye gestures with a finger between me and Chase.
I laugh. "We went to high school together, and he does work on my clients' cars."
Chase adds, "And now I also help manage this property. My fiancee runs the place. She said to come check on our sister. I'll happily let Maddie know that Rye's in good hands. It's such a small world. Maddie also said something about you having car trouble?"
"Yeah, I took Frankie to Whitewater. The rain flooded the grounds. Then my car just up and gave out on us about a block away from her ice cream shop. Well, it didn't give up so much as I gave up. There is a clanging noise that's gotten too loud to ignore."