Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
She shrugs and stares up at the ceiling, thinking. “Just about your family, I guess. Or your interests. Favorite TV show. What you like to eat.”
I rest my hands on my thighs, relieved. “My sisters stationed overseas. My mom passed away last year.” I keep my father's fate to myself. Hearing he died in jail isn't exactly positive. “I like music, cars, and I liked eating my momma's cooking. She made the best BBQ ribs, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn I ever ate.” She only got the chance to cook like that when Dad was incarcerated. Remembering her food comes with a stab of grief and guilt. I wasn’t there for her when she needed me, and I caused so much stress to her, I feel responsible. I swallow and change the subject. “I don't really like TV. If I was out of this place, I wouldn't waste a second watching other people. I'd live my life.”
“You ever read anything?” she asks.
“Sometimes. There's a library here, but the books aren't great. I pick up a thriller now and then. Something to take my mind out of my confinement.”
“Books are like portals into another life,” Lory says, worrying the edge of her thumb with her forefinger. “I had a teacher who used to help me choose books each week at school. I think she could tell I didn't have the happiest home life. She told me when we open the pages of a book, it’s a way to escape. It's stuck with me my whole life.” She wraps her arms around her legs, turning herself into a smaller shape. In Kinkaid's shirt, she looks like a kid playing dress up in her father's clothes.
“Wise woman,” I say. “So, what are you escaping from?”
“Family troubles,” she says. “Not myself. I just need to help someone.”
“So, you're doing this for someone else?” My gut twists.
“I'm doing it for myself so I can help the way I want to be able to.”
“You ever done this before?”
“Sex?”
My cheeks heat, and my cock thickens at her bluntness. “Sex with someone you don't know, or for money? I mean, it doesn't matter to me, but…”
“You're curious?”
“Yeah.”
“No, I haven't.”
“Do you feel…”
“Bad about it?” She drops her head to one side, studying me as I twist my meaty fingers in my lap. “I guess I could have if you were scary or gross.”
“You don't think we're scary or gross?”
She shakes her head. “I know you did something good for the warden. I know he respects you as much as a jailer respects his prisoners.”
I lick my lips, remembering Grady's face when he found out what we did. He was grateful, all right. He's an emotionless man, but his eyes glinted with unshed tears.
“Doesn't seem fair that you're working off his debt,” I murmur.
She reaches up to push her hair behind her ear and I watch the gesture, wishing it was my fingers touching the silky strands. “If you make it good, it won't be like work.”
There's a hint of wry amusement in her tone that makes me grin. Little Lory's a lot sassy!
“Oh, you want me to work?”
She nods. “You okay with that?”
“Always,” I tell her. It's true. I've never left a woman wanting. I always put my hand over their hearts to check if their orgasm is genuine. That frantic racing beat turns me the fuck on.
“Kinkaid said no sex,” I tell her. “But I'm good at fooling around.”
“I'm sure you are.”
I stand, ready with an idea of how this is going to go. I might have to wait to get my dick inside her, but that doesn't mean I'll have to wait to feel her pussy on me. That part I can do without guilt. Rounding the bed, I pause next to her. “Let me sit there, then come sit in my lap.”
Lory scrambles into the middle of the mattress, and I slide onto the bed, sitting with my back against the wall. I open my pants and shove them down a little, freeing my cock. Lory's eyes widen, and she licks her lips.
“Damn,” she says. “You're big all over.”
“They don't call me Rock for nothing.” I don't mean for it to sound bigheaded, but it probably does. I could demolish this girl, tear right through her, and explode deep. My dick is a weapon in my hand, it's so damned hard. “Come sit in my lap, little Lory.”
She crawls forward like she wants to wrap her legs around me, but that's not what I want. With no effort at all, I spin her little body around until her soft ass is resting against my abs, and her legs are straight between mine. My dick juts up, cradled by her thighs, swollen with intention. Her head dips to stare, fascinated.
She's wearing panties, but not for long.
Lory gasps when I hook my thumbs into her underwear and drag it down. “Take it off,” I say. She wiggles free of the lace, the heat and moisture of her pussy warming and coating the skin of my abs. I hook a hand around her middle, pushing a hand up beneath the shirt she’s wearing, vibrating with need for her. Oh god, her hard nipple grazes the center of my palm as I squeeze. Her tits are small but soft, like little mounds of heaven. Between our legs, my cock twitches as she groans. “Rock.” My name comes out on a breath as I trail my fingers down the soft flesh inside her thigh. She flinches with the sensation, her butt shifting against me. I like to tease, but today, I'm too jacked up and greedy. I just want to feel everything I've been missing and resurrect some of those memories of my past that have become too faded with time.