Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“You’re a grumpy fuck, but you can’t deny you love these kids.” He nods toward the pool.
It’s true, but somehow, I don’t know, admitting just how much I care about my nieces and nephews terrifies me. I never cared one piece of lint about anyone else’s kids before Tor’s and letting down my grouchy façade is a slippery slope I’m not ready to face.
Well, I wasn’t, anyway.
Truth, since I saw that girl last night, I’m consumed with thoughts of getting my hands on her, caging her curvy little body between my arms and pumping her so full of dick she’ll be dripping with me for a week. I want to tug her hair and take her raw dog hard from behind. I want to see her mouth stretched wide around me, gagging with her eyes looking up at me pleading for air.
And I want her to beg me to pump a baby inside her.
Fuck, the thought sends a throbbing into my balls as Sophia and Chance come wandering into the back yard waving my way then heading toward the pool to talk with the kids. I need to get myself under control but Jesus, I don’t know how. That girl, I’d ruin everything I have for her. I want to buy her gifts, I want to cook her dinner, I want to show her off. I want to heal every wound she has inside and out. Cup her chin and tell her what a good and beautiful girl she is and that she will never be alone again.
As soon as the game was over in the wee hours this morning, I charged out of there like a lunatic, took the stairs ten flights down so I could sit in my car, fisting my dick in a beat off session that in the end, gave me zero relief.
My thoughts were plagued with questions. Where was she, what was she doing? Is she rubbing that hot little pussy thinking of me?
I know that’s damn unlikely. I’m an ugly motherfucker and I don’t have anything to offer a girl like that. I’m fucking forty this year and she’s brushing up maybe on twenty if I’m lucky. But that doesn’t stop me thinking about hiring every PI on the planet and spending every penny to my name trying to find her.
“Cyrus, don’t you dare deny that you love my kids.” Tor is staring at me with a look of thunder on his face, and I realize I’ve been staring into space for God knows how long.
“I’m not denying anything,” I mutter, as Sophia skips towards the house and Chance walks over landing a hard slap on my back.
“What’s up motherfuckers?” Chance nods at Tor, his hand moving to rest on my shoulder with a friendly squeeze.
He’s like a brother to me and Tor now. We didn’t like him at first, because he was fucking our sister, but the guy grows on you.
I answer him with a grunt as Tor and Chance start talking about the restaurant and as consumed as I am with the girl from last night, I have other things in my life that need my attention.
We watch the kids and talk about work and whatever other bullshit brothers talk about. The sun warms the top of my head as I finish my coffee and Natalie brings out a platter of pancakes.
“Kids!” Tor yells in a ‘come here’ gesture with his hand. “Time to eat.”
“Come in and grab some plates with me.” Natalie says, pointing at me with a nod toward the house and I follow, watching her waddle as she goes.
“So, what are the rest of your Saturday plans? Sleep?” she asks.
I open the door from the patio to the kitchen as she goes in ahead of me. Sophia is nowhere to be seen, but that’s not unusual. If she’s not at her restaurants, they’re calling her a thousand times a day. I don’t know how Chance puts up with her sassy ass, but I’m just happy he does.
“No.” I answer Natalie. “I’m playing at Reginald Park in some kid’s charity softball game at ten. Fuck knows how long that will take.”
What I want to be doing is going balls deep into my mystery girl. Giving her every inch of this stiffy I can’t control. I think of the pouty smirk she tossed me before she headed out the door. The way her ass looked in her white jeans and her tits, fuck, filling out the lavender tank top like it was custom made to fit her.
I have to figure out how to find her. How to make her mine. Blonde, about five foot five, maybe twenty years old, maybe one forty, one fifty, curves to kill and blue fucking eyes like the summer sky. That’s all I got. Wonder how long it will take to track her down…