Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I winced and looked away from the man that had the power to make my mind stray to the most indecent things.
My eyes went back to the dashboard, and I prayed before I tried to start it again.
This time instead of the non-sound it had made previously, it made an awful grinding, choking, backfire kind of sound before going silent once more.
Immediately I looked up, hoping that the noise hadn’t garnered any attention, but I was let down when I caught the curious brown eyes on me.
I cringed.
“Shit,” I said to my windshield. “Shit, shit, shit.”
The next time I looked in his direction, he was crossing the street and coming in my direction.
And honestly, it really wouldn’t have been that bad. Really, it wouldn’t have.
I think he was just trying to help.
However, as I got out of the car and stood up, I felt the button of my shorts pop.
And where did that button land?
On his dick.
It shot off of my shorts like I’d catapulted it from a slingshot.
One second he was walking toward me, and the next he was on the ground rolling around in the middle of the street.
I gasped and started for him, leaning over him awkwardly. “Are you okay?”
He moaned.
I touched his shoulder, and he flinched away from me.
“I’m so sorry!” I cried. “I don’t know what happened.”
Well, I knew exactly what happened.
The shorts I happened to be wearing were ones that I had to lie down on my bed to button, and since I was determined to wear them, I’d done something I obviously shouldn’t have.
I’d sucked my gut in, held my breath, and then buttoned the suckers closed.
When I’d used the restroom earlier this morning, I’d had to lean way back on the toilet after I’d pulled them up over my hips to button them. It was so difficult to do that my left thumb was still throbbing from how hard I’d had to work.
And apparently, my button had given up the ghost, so to speak.
“Did you throw something at me?” he gasped.
I shook my head. “No, I think it was my button.”
He cracked open one eye, clearly showing me his agony, and groaned.
“You’re shitting me.”
I shook my head frantically. “No, no shit. It really was my button.”
His eye skated down the length of my body, stopping on my shorts, which were now gaping open and showing off my underwear.
My period underwear that was decorated with a killer unicorn that was scratched and bleeding, holding a bazooka.
Immediately a wave of mortification stole over me.
“Is that a unicorn?” he wheezed, squinting his one open eye.
I nodded, looking away.
Except when I looked away, it was to see his hand cupping his balls, which then pressed the head of his cock even higher.
Was he hard? Surely, he was hard. Otherwise, I might be freaking out a little bit.
Someone that big when flaccid had to be an anomaly, right?
I quickly looked away and stood up, then offered my hand to him.
He let go of his balls with one hand and took the offered hand.
“Thanks,” he muttered, sounding breathless.
I winced again.
Then my eyes caught on the button of my shorts.
I walked forward a few paces, then bent over to pick up the blinged out button.
It was brass in the middle, but the edges were lined with tiny crystals, which also contributed to the bruising on my fingers.
When I turned back around it was to find him staring down the gap in his pants with a worried expression.
“Uhhh,” I hesitated. “Is everything okay with it?”
He looked up at me, down at my period panties that were still on display for everyone and their brother to see, then back at what was in his pants.
“I think one of my balls is swollen,” he said. “Can you look?”
I started laughing and shook my head, unsure whether or not he was joking or not.
“I don’t have that kind of medical experience.” I waved him off. “You’ll have to go to the clinic in town for that.”
“You have medical experience?” he questioned. “Surely it’s enough to tell me whether I should go have this looked at.”
I instantly winced inwardly. Shit!
“Uhh, no,” I shook my head. “A couple of classes doesn’t mean medical experience of all kinds,” I told him. “And anyway, there’s a clinic just down the road that is free for most clients that have insurance. You’d be better off going in there to get your ball inspected.”
He chuckled as he gingerly dropped his waistband back into place against his lower abdomen.
A very taut abdomen that I could tell was rippled to precision, perfectly defined, and was decorated with beautiful tattoos. Tattoos that started around his hip bones, and disappeared straight down into his fucking pants.
Goddammit!
I looked away from that belly into his amused eyes.
“Car won’t start?”
He looked at the car in question.
“No.” I sighed.