Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Love you, love you so much, Minnie mine,” I whisper. My chin is on her shoulder, her arms are wrapping me up, and mine are doing similar. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to memorize everything about my baby sister like I’ll never see her again. I will, more than likely sooner than either of us think, if a certain cowboy has anything to do with it.
“Love you, Lennie Lou,” she uses my nickname from long ago. Our parents didn’t give us much, and it seems middle names were asking a lot, too. Right as I’m about to close my eyes, I see my new next-door neighbor. He’s tall, dark, and built like a shit brickhouse. I am screwed, seriously screwed.
3
ASHER
I’m rock fucking solid after getting twelve hours of sleep. Usually, I’m good with six to eight hours, but after my last shift, my body had something else in mind. It did in the shower, too. My cock stood flat against my abdomen, wanting nothing more than me using my hand to get off. That’s the last thing I wanted to do, but one freaking thought made every semblance of reality escape me. My only thought while I wrapped my fingers around my hard-as-a-rock cock was about her. The truth is, she’s all I can think about, and that’s a harsh reality when you know she’s taken by another man. Still, I worked myself in the shower last night, thinking about the raven-haired beauty naked and wet. Hair slicked down the length of her back, eyelashes as dark as her hair, milky soft skin, full plush lips, and God knows what else. I’m damning my vision while also being pissed at myself for not at least introducing myself. I’d have gotten a clear and unobstructed view, and maybe I’d have seen if there was a ring attached to her finger, too.
The more I thought about it, the more I told myself not to assume. In doing so when I painted the shower with thick ropes of my cum, it gave me a sense of relief. It also left me with a longing for fucking more. My cock seems to agree, seeing as when I woke up this morning, my hand was yet again fisted around my length. Nothing was going to stop me this time, definitely not my conscience. This time when I came, it was with the thought of her sitting on my face, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling at the ends as she grinds her sweet pussy down on my lips. I’d lick, suck, and fuck her with everything I’ve got. And if I have it my way, I’ll take her everywhere— her mouth, her cunt, and her ass.
“Jesus.” I rub a hand through my hair, pulling at the too-long ends, and then press my cock down with the other. The damn thing is like a randy teenager on a first date in the backseat of a car and trying to get in the cheerleader’s pants. Still, I’ve got a thirst for the sweet and sinful curves of the woman next door.
If I don’t do something to keep me away from looking out the window while I drink my coffee, I’ll stand here all fucking day. I’ve got too much shit to do as it is. A haircut will be first on the list, then I’ll hit the grocery store. God knows Briar can’t live off the ice cream and snacks I keep stocked here even though she’d beg to differ. Kennedy would kick my ass, too, and she may be my younger sister, but there’s one thing about her: she’s got talons in the form of long arms, long fingers, and has no problem slapping you after you put a fake snake in her bed.
I toss the rest of my coffee down the drain, rinsing the sink out while looking at Estelle’s place one more time. The heavy curtains that once hung in her living room are now gone, giving me a view of the open room. There are boxes and furniture, but what I don’t see is a television anywhere. An oddity with how many men were coming through the house yesterday.
“Shut your fucking brain off, Fontaine,” I grunt out into the quiet house. I’ve got my own television on, but it’s muted. My thoughts are loud enough without the local news blaring in my ears. I move away from the kitchen and walk through into my living room to grab what I need for a morning run. As tired as I am, I know myself well enough that the extra energy burning through my body will have me doing something stupid. Something like walking my ass over to Estelle’s house and do more than introduce myself. Which is saying a lot since I’ve been alone for years now. I’ve seen too many families fall apart, my own included. Fuck, I thought I had what I thought might have been the one, had a ring, was ready to get down on one knee, and then my world exploded. I didn’t see it coming, never would have thought my then best friend and girl would have committed the ultimate betrayal. They did, and after that, I cut them off and cut myself off from any and all women.