Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
He grunts, lifting his torso up. Goodness, he looks amazing, with those powerful arms and rippling abs.
“It is going beyond the normal course of conversation, but I think we shot by that a while ago when you showed up in a pink leotard, Chloe. I mean, a leotard? I didn’t even know they sold those anymore.”
“Why, do I look like I’m in a Jane Fonda exercise video?”
Carl grunts with amusement.
“Are you even old enough to know who Jane Fonda is?” he retorts with a grin. “That lady is eighty if not more. I mean, don’t get me wrong because she looks great, but her heyday was a long time ago. She was hot during the Vietnam War.”
I giggle.
“I know who Jane Fonda is, and she’s not over the hill! She’s famous, and still makes movies too. Maybe Ms. Fonda is the mom, or even the grandma, in films these days, but she’s still famous. And very beautiful too.”
“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” Carl rasps, his eyes meeting mine again. “You’re gorgeous Chloe, but I have to ask: why are you sleeping with so many men simultaneously? You’ve got me worried.”
I gasp as my eyes go round because I had no idea that he knew.
“What do you mean?” I begin dissembling. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Carl pauses in his sit-ups, seizing my gaze with his own.
“I think you do, Chloe. I’m awake most nights, and I’ve seen how you move between the trailers of different men. I see how the trailers bounce and shake, and I hear the moans too. You’re definitely fucking a couple different guys at the trailer park. Not only that, sweetheart, but I saw how you were limping this morning, and if I’m not mistaken, that’s a smear of come on your inner thigh. Yeah, it was obvious when you were doing your sit-ups, sweetheart. I can almost smell your sweet cunt from this distance too.”
The flood of information is too much for me. My heart hammers as I stare at Carl with wide eyes.
“Oh, um,” I stammer. “It’s not what you think it is.”
“It’s not?” he asks, one black brow quirking. “Then what is it?”
“I mean, it is,” I say hastily. “It’s just that… well, I enjoy sharing my body with men,” is my timorous admission. “Is that wrong?”
“It’s not wrong,” Carl drawls. “But why do you do it? Are you taking advantage of the fact that your parents aren’t around by sleeping around? Hell, do they know what you’re doing?”
“Of course not!” I say in a breathy rush. “Bezimba and Trekko have no idea what’s going on, although to be honest, I doubt they’d care. First, because they’re so checked out of my daily life, that I can get away with murder. I could probably stab someone to death, and they’d just tut-tut before wiring me some bail money.”
“Okay,” Carl drawls, his blue eyes fixed on mine. “But are you going to tell them about your sexual habits? No judgment, sweetheart. I’m just concerned about your welfare.”
Oh my god, this conversation is going in all the wrong directions because I had no idea that Carl knew. But it’s clear the alpha male is observant, and he’s witnessed my nighttime comings and goings. I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought.
“Thanks, but there’s no reason to be concerned,” I say in a firm voice. “I’m always safe, and I’m on the pill too. Besides, the men aren’t strangers. I mean, you know Tom Jerrity and John Rigand. Don’t you all work at Crenshaw together?”
“I do know them,” Carl acknowledges in a deep voice, his tone thoughtful. “In fact, there are things about Tom and John that you probably don’t know that might be of interest.”
“Like what?” I ask immediately. “I mean, I’m in the dark because John, Tom, and the two other guys I’m seeing … well, let’s just say we’re not dating or anything. It’s more a release of physical needs.”
Carl quirks a black brow at me.
“Is that how you’d describe it?”
I flush hotly, squirming a bit as I press myself against his shins.
“Well yes. I know it sounds bad because I’m sleeping with a couple guys, but I swear, no one’s getting hurt. We all want it, and the guys don’t mind the set-up either. They know about each other and it works for them, actually, because they travel for jobs. With four guys, they know my physical needs are taken care of even when they’re out of town.”
Carl raises a black brow at me again.
“Is that so?”
“Yes!” I say emphatically. “Why, don’t you travel as well? It’s part of being a lumberjack.”
“I do travel some,” Carl agrees in a deep tone. “But I also have a degree of control over my schedule. If I had a sweet young thing like you at home waiting for me in bed with your tits out and legs spread, I wouldn’t be gone long. I’d try to restrict my travel to as little as possible. In fact, I might not leave town at all.”