Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I kind of figured that since you said you built it for Mr. Bernie. What I’m confused about is why I’m staying here and why you want me to.” The grumbling in her stomach makes me pause. I was about to list off all the damn reasons why, start telling her, and then I’d show her the reason why.
“I see I still have work to do on making you aware how much you mean to me. We’ll get back to that, later.” My woman is hungry, and I’m going to get her fed before we dive into the heavy shit. You’re staying here because I want you here. Not only that, the power is also out at your place. When I built the apartment, I didn’t bother hooking it up to the home generator. Gramps could always come up here, but no fucking way are you staying in a cold-as-hell place when you can be here with me. Now, I’m going to make us some food, and you’re going to make me a list of what you want from your place. Though, I like you in my clothes and slippers. So, I’m not opposed to not grabbing your clothes. I don’t have a spare toothbrush, and I know you asked for one. Okay?”
“I can always walk over and get what I need, Gabe.” Oh, this woman. It’s clear I’m going to have my work cut out for me.
“Not up for discussion, fairy. You write me a list while I’m cooking.” Carsynn’s chest rises. She’s about to say something, and I’m not about that. My head lowers, and I take her mouth with mine. I’m going to do my best to make her forget all the things she could do on her own. Those days are over, and when I feel the way her fingers press into my skin, I take that as my cue to deepen the kiss. My tongue slides along her lips. One little gasp is all I need to make my way inside her mouth. I drop my hand to her knee, my thumb sweeping the inside of her thigh, and I get what I want. My tongue gets the taste I’ve been after ever since I met my little fairy yesterday morning. Now that I’ve gotten what I want, I’m never going to stop kissing her to quiet the noise swirling in her head.
13
CARSYNN
I’m in a Gabe McCoy lust-induced fog. My lips still tingle from the first kiss before he cooked us grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. He refused my help, so I got to watch him the entire time. It wasn’t a bad deal. The feeling of laziness definitely set in. I’m not used to sleeping so much, nor am I used to sitting around and watching others.
Now, I’m reeling from our second kiss and looking out the window at Gabe’s masterpiece of a home. It’s beautiful with its real wood floors that creak here and there. The walls are a soft creamy color, a mixture of beige and coffee heavily loaded with creamer. The leather couches are a deep brown, look inviting in a way you can grab a blanket, curl up beneath it, and enjoy the roaring fireplace Gabe currently has on. I’m still in his shirt and slippers. The blanket he had lying on the couch is draped over my shoulders courtesy of the man I’m currently watching make a path through the snow with a machine. It won’t be much longer before I won’t be able to see much more of him through the snow being flung away from him.
“You have things to do besides stare at the man who is rattling your insides, Cars.” The blinds and curtains are open, courtesy of my nosy self. I wanted to keep my eyes on him for as long as possible. Worry seeped through my bones while I made the list. I was mortified when I handed it to him: toothbrush, bras, panties, a few pairs of pajamas, a few shirts, and leggings, along with my fluffy socks.
While he offered to pick up my things, I offered to work on dinner. There was no way I could sit on my ass and do nothing, even if he groaned under his breath that the doctor wants to video call later today to check in on me. And it’s a sad state of affairs when you have no car, thank you very much, snow and ice. No phone either because, again, the blizzard likes to kick me when I’m down. I mean, the car is one thing, but I just bought my phone, and now I’m going to have to drive or get a ride into town to replace it. A tremor runs through my body. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to face that curve along the highway again. Maybe I can order one online and not have to get behind the wheel of a car until winter is long gone.