Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
On my way back to the compound I pass a twenty-four hour pharmacy and decide to stop in. I suppose she could use some womanly stuff. I pull into the parking lot and park, exhaling deeply. What the hell am I doing? I don't even have a damn answer. Five minutes later I stand in front of a shelf filled with tampons and pads.
What. The. Fuck.
Why are there so many different types of these things? How the fuck am I going to know what to get? Out of the corner of my eye I see a middle aged women walk up to where I’m standing.
She grabs a pack of pads off the shelf and puts it in her shopping basket. Then she stops and looks up at me curiously. I look away before she sees me looking at her.
“There is no way in hell my husband would ever bring himself to buy me this. You look a little lost though.”
Is it that obvious? Holy hell. Before I can get a word out she turns and grabs another package off the shelf and hands it to me.
“Here, these are a good brand and they're a multipack for each kind of flow so you can’t go wrong.”
What the fuck is flow? I hold the box of pads in my hand looking down at them like they're going to grow a second head. The unknown lady gives me a soft smile walking away before I can thank her. I toss the box into my little basket and look over the rest of the aisle.
Right next to the pads are condoms and and a selection of lube. In an instant my mind is filled with images of using both. Rolling a condom on my cock right before sliding into her. Rubbing lube all over her ass… maybe slipping a finger deep inside.. My dick is already pressing uncomfortably against my zipper and I quickly turn to walk away before I get a raging hard on in the middle of this store.
I shake my head at myself...sex, with her? Not that it’s a bad thought...the innocence she carries tells me she’s a virgin I mean she had no idea how to give me a damn hand job. There’s no way she’s had sex and not given a hand job before. The problem with the thought is that sex is something I can never have with her. She must remain intact if she’s too be sold to the highest bidder.
It’s her owners duty to strip her of her innocence to claim her, and I grit my fucking teeth at the thought. I hurry down the aisle and grab a pack of underwear hanging on one of the end caps. I check that they’re a size small and then I rush down the next isle and get a toothbrush and some toothpaste before I head to the register and pay for all of it.
The drive back to the compound only takes me a few minutes and I park my car in the same spot as before and walk in with a bag full of stuff I never thought I would be carrying into this place… or carrying period. I walk straight down stairs bypassing the guards, not stopping until I’m standing right in front of her cell looking through the one-way mirror. If it wasn’t for some locks of her blond her coming out I would think there was just a pile of laundry laying on the bed.
I almost grin looking at her. She is curled in on herself, my clothes swallowing her tiny body. I stand there like an idiot watching her for a few minutes before I pull out my keys and unlock the door. As soon as she hears the door open she sits up straight, her big blue eyes wide and alert.
I shouldn’t be here, it becomes more apparent as a small smile pulls at her full lips. Clearly she enjoys seeing me, probably looks forward to it. Fuck.
I cross the room and hold the grocery bag out to her.
“I got this stuff for you. I wasn’t sure exactly what you needed so I got a multi pack.” She hesitantly takes the bag and looks inside it like something might jump out and bite her.
“Thank you.” It’s the most genuine thank you I’ve ever heard in my entire life, like I’ve just given her a bottle of water after a ten mile walk in the desert. She takes the bag and takes it to the tiny bathroom.
“It’s nothing.” I shrug, playing it off when in reality it’s huge. I’ve not only broken every one of my own rules by taking her out of her cell, and giving her a shower, but now I’ve gone to the store and bought her a bunch of things that she truthfully doesn’t need.