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)
14
GABE
“Carsynn, you good, fairy?” I ask as I stomp off my boots on the mat in the mudroom. I drop the bag of items on the built-in bench and start taking off my outerwear. It was cute the way she worried about me being too cold. I could have taken a layer or two off and probably would have if I didn’t have to go inside her cold-as-fuck house. Jesus, it was cold, really freaking cold, and when I saw what she had her thermostat set to before the power went out, I was ready to take my anger out on anything besides Carsynn. Those stupid rules the realtor had added in, it wouldn’t have mattered who it was. Your heat shouldn’t be set at sixty damn degrees in the dead of winter.
“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen.” I can hear another sound besides the stove, more lyrical, and I wonder if she’s got the television on. Gramps told me she wasn’t one for watching it a lot unless a game show was on that the two of them enjoyed competing against one another. I grab the bag after stripping my clothes down to just my pants. The bulky material needs to come off. It’s soaked and needs to dry out. I could grab a pair of sweatpants from the laundry, except I know my little fairy wouldn’t blink at me only wearing my boxer briefs. Carsynn likes to look at me as much as possible, and the feeling is fucking mutual.
“Dinner smells good. You been taking it easy with your forearm?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen. “Damn, fairy, you don’t need your clothes after all. Mine look a hell of a lot better on you than they ever did on me.” There isn’t but an inch of skin showing on her legs and a few inches of her forearm. It’s the lack of what she’s wearing underneath that has me fired up to feel her smooth skin, to slide my calloused hands up the outside of her thighs, my thumbs gliding along the insides, and feeling her body come to life beneath me.
“Gabe.” She peeks at me over her shoulder, amber eyes full of lust, and I’m moving my feet as fast as they can take me. My long strides help me along the way.
“Say it again, Carsynn.” Her eyebrows furrow, and I place the bag with her clothes, toiletries, and something else I found on her nightstand on the counter. It was face down, the pages curling up, and the cover was of a man embracing a woman with her dress half undone. It was the title that had me reaching for it. Imagine my surprise when I picked it up and read the first few lines. Carsynn may be a virgin, however, she definitely has no qualms about her sexuality and what she’s feeling, never mind what she likes to read.
“Say what?” she asks.
“My name. Say my name, fairy.” My hands cage her hips in their grasp. I feel her body come alive beneath my touch, face softening and body leaning back into me.
“Gabe.” Her voice has my dick perking up, imagining what it would sound like when I’m fucking her into my mattress. Maybe I’ll bend her over the bed, get down on my knees, and fuck her with my tongue before I take her with my cock. Her gaze goes back to the stove, and she places the lid on the Dutch oven and sets the heat on low. She wiggles and shifts the entire time, her ass doing nothing for my dick that’s hard as a rock whenever she’s near.
“I like the way you say my name.” I’ve got not one single problem telling her exactly what she does to me. My only worry is coming on too strong. “You gonna warm me up, baby?” My cold hands find her skin beneath her clothes, gliding up the outside of her legs.
“Gabe,” she repeats, her arms wrapping around my bare waist, unable to reach my shoulders. “Thank you for my things.” I can’t help it, not anymore. I need a piece of her, a taste of her, the feel of her wrapped around me.
“No problem, fairy.” Her breath hitches when my hands reach her upper thighs, my thumbs having a mind of their own and sweeping the insides of her legs along the way. It’s not until I reach her bare hips that my head tips forehead, eyes hooded with desire, that I take her mouth while picking her up. Whether she means to or it’s pure instinct, her legs wrap around my hips and her heated core hits my lower abdomen. I can feel her. Damn, nothing prepared me for what I’m about to take. “You good with this?” I ask. She nods. That’s not good enough. “Need the words, Carsynn, want to hear them come from your lips.” It takes her a moment. She keeps rocking her hips, coating my stomach with wetness. I’m about to see exactly how she looks, how she tastes, and how she feels once I get my answer.