Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
She hated the forest, hated the sawmill, and hated the fact her kid turned out to belong in the wilderness where she didn’t want to be. Dad always said you can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl. I didn’t really know what that meant when I was young, but watching her berate him and everything about the forest and our life up here, I pieced it together soon enough.
Don’t marry a city girl, my dad used to tell me. Don’t volunteer for misery.
So after my dad went away to heaven, my grandparents said, “We can keep him with us, if you want.”
My mom said, “I want.”
I think I was eleven when that happened.
Good people, my grandparents. They retired the sawmill after Dad died. They found other uses for the land. They were the ones who made the first lease with Paint Forest Program. Said it was good to let the college sit in our forest, that it made people happy. The lease money paid the taxes, they said, although back then I didn’t know about taxes, but I do now. They’re bad. They take and take and threaten. I hate taxes. But, if I’m being honest, I still don’t understand what they are except money you give and if you don’t, they come and take.
My grandparents were simple like me. They said they never finished school either, but they were smart. Their hearts were like Clara’s diner in town. Always room for one more.
Two years ago they got the fever and both left me during the winter. I’ve been alone since, except for the artist people that come in the summers.
I miss my grandparents. Not just their kindness, either. I miss that they could read leases and Lawyer Words. They never let anyone take advantage of them.
People try to take advantage of me now. Usually, they come with smiles and reassurances, but I can see their deceptive eyes. They want the land. It’s valuable, I guess.
To me, it’s priceless. It’s part of me. I could never leave. I don’t fit anywhere else. In every way.
I can’t even fit through most doorways in town. I have to duck, curl my shoulders in, turn sideways.
People stare. They always stare.
There’s no way I can know if Lindsay’s one of those people who take advantage, unless I read the lease.
I should care about that.
A lot.
And I do, in a way. I like Lindsay and I want to trust her, and I don’t want to admit that I can’t read the lease agreement. But today, none of that seemed to matter.
Because once I saw Tess, I stopped caring about all that. Now, instead of figuring out how to save my land, I’m lurking in the woods outside the window to her cabin.
I can’t stop watching her. She’s got one of the nice cabins. Little but cute like her.
She’d be horrified if she knew how badly I want to violate her. How heavy my nuts have gotten looking at her. The way my dick hardened so I feel it throbbing through my entire body.
I watch as she sets her backpack on the bed and her kitten on the backpack.
The kitten’s tiny, but it looks vicious. It immediately starts jumping at the curtains with claws sticking out, and the claws look like needles.
My teeth grind. That little creature makes me want to run, but I want to look at Tess more.
Tess is fearless. She scoops the kitten up, and she smiles when she scolds it.
Then she bends down to do something on the floor—maybe unlace her shoes. I don’t know. I can’t see. And even if I could see her feet, I’d be too distracted to look.
Once she’s bent over, I get a real look at that ass.
God must be real. It’d take a God to sculpt something that perfect.
Just watching her move around gets me so hard, it’s like the blood rushes out of my head, my legs, my fingertips. I’m so fucking turned on by the sight of her unpacking that the fabric on the front of my worn jeans starts to tear.
I reach down, grabbing myself, trying to adjust. I’ve gotten so hard the head sticks out my waistband. The slit’s weeping and deep purple, for fuck’s sake.
I’ve had hard-ons before. I’ve jerked out relief a few times. I just…never used to think about it all that much. There’s not a lot of women on a mountain, and my relationship with the ones who come here has been professional.
I keep busy. I’ve been mostly alone.
I’d never seen Tess before.
So this isn’t like one of those hard-ons where I can just wait it out. When I grind my hand against my crotch, it’s no relief at all. I don’t want just anything rubbing against me. I want what I’m looking at—that big round ass shifting side to side.