Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
7
Travis
I’d spent the better part of the day once I woke up with her on my mind. Each time I told myself not to be an ass. To call the realtor back, hop on my ride and get out, something stopped me.
I’d see her face, or feel her pussy the way it had been the night before. Or worse, hear the words of the two old men once again. Something about her being stuck here alone in this small town for the rest of her life fucked with me.
She was too pretty, had too much spirit and fuck her pussy was just too fucking good to waste away here for the next fifty-sixty years with no one to take care of it.
Then that got me to thinking, though those two men were convinced that she’d never get married, that she’d live out the rest of her days as a spinster, after the night we’d shared I couldn’t see that shit happening.
Which brought up the thought of some other man getting his dick inside her, feeling what I’d felt, having her taste on his tongue, in his mouth, and that shit flipped me the fuck out.
I’d paced back and forth in that old house for hours trying to get my shit together. I had a business and a life to get back to. Things that I could handle from here without a doubt, and had more than enough people on staff only too willing to pick up the slack, but that was not the way I did things.
Still, I couldn’t talk myself into just picking up and leaving. My mind kept coming back to her and how good she felt and why that should be? Why her pussy should be any different to the other fifty or so that I’d fucked in my lifetime to date.
Around about sunset is when I decided to stop fucking lying to myself and accepting the truth. I couldn’t just walk away. There was something about her that was hard to walk away from.
I found myself missing her and had to fight going back to the bar to watch her work. I only fought off the urge because I wasn’t sure where this thing was going and I didn’t want to tarnish her reputation. After all, I would be the one leaving when it was all said and done. And she would be the one left holding the bag.
I wasn’t ready to think that far ahead, though I had a pretty good idea where this shit was going. The place is in my blood indirectly after all, and what’s to say that there wasn’t some kind of pull. Add her to the mix and who knows what kind of brew is at work here.
I held out until closing time, giving her barely enough time to get home and get herself together before breaking in. The pussy was just as good as I remembered, even better.
Now here I am, looking down at her amazing face, watching her sleep, and still wondering what the hell I was still doing here. I think if I’m being honest with myself that tonight was a test of sorts.
Now that I’d had her again, now that I knew the way she felt, so perfectly right beneath me, was not a fluke. Now I’m thinking that I just might have to stick around until the shit wears off. Back in the back of my mind, my greatest fear is that it won’t. And that’s the kick in the teeth.
I’ve never had a problem walking way before. Never had to question the end of something as trivial as a physical encounter, which is what all my fuck sessions amounted to.
So why the big difference now? Why her, why this town? It doesn’t matter how often I ask myself these same questions there’s never an answer. I wish I was the type to just walk away, just run from shit, but I’m not wired that way.
My drive, my very essence wouldn’t allow me to be that person. I have to see this thing through to the end, whatever that end might be. And now, as I look down at her face, accepting for the first time that as much pussy as I’ve had over the years, none had ever come attached to so fine a specimen.
It’s the truth. I’ve had supermodels, a starlet or two and any number of beauties in between, and not one of them could hold a candle to this small town beauty with the cupid bow lips and exotic eyes.
I ran my hand through her thick black tresses, pushing the hair back from her face so I could see all of her. She sighed and got closer to my warmth, dislodging the sheet that I’d drawn up over her to stave off the night chill.