Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I squeaked, surprised to find him so close.
“I had them on,” I paused. “They just came off when I was pulling these down. I think I might have to retire these until I lose the ten pounds I gained the last year.”
“Please, please, please don’t lose that weight. I love having something to grab.” He moved around to my backside, which was wiggling as I tried to get the jeans off my calves.
Shit, they were tight.
“I…” I began, but stopped when I felt his mouth on my pussy.
On.
My.
Pussy.
“Gable,” I gasped, my hands going to the floor to steady myself.
“Mmm,” he said as he went in for another lick.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked.
“It feels like,” I moaned. “It feels like you’re doing something that you shouldn’t be doing since you just told me you’d be a few more minutes outside while you handled all of that.”
He took a few more languid licks of my pussy, once dipping inside to taste me fully, before he pulled back.
After squeezing my ass in his hands, he said, “You’re right.”
Then the asshole started heading for the door.
I stared at his back in disbelief. “You did not just do that.”
He winked at me over his shoulder before reaching the door and slowly opening it.
I squeaked and backed away, hiding myself mostly by the hallway wall before calling out to him.
“I’ll bet your parents change the subject when someone asks about you,” I snarled.
Gable’s mouth twitched, and I wanted to punch him right in the smirk he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding.
“Be ready to go in fifteen minutes, darlin’,” he ordered, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants before heading out the door.
I moaned and clenched my thighs together.
Then a slow smile lit my mouth.
If he wanted to fight dirty, then two could play.
Going to the back of my closet, I pulled out the one black dress I never wore because I always felt like it was a bit too revealing.
A bra wouldn’t be happening because it was too tight—not to mention there wasn’t any fabric to hide the straps. Plus, if I had any clothing on underneath, you could definitely see the indentions in my fat from the underwear lines. And we couldn’t have that, could we?
Once I was dressed, I went to the bathroom and pulled my hair up in a sleek, high ponytail. I put on mascara, some sparkly eyeshadow that complemented my eyes, and some eyeliner.
The last touch was to take my iWatch off and put an actual, non-smart watch on instead. If Gable was going to take me out on a date, I was going to give him my full attention.
Once done, I smoothed on some lip gloss, then went to the bedroom to find my black heels.
Dressed, I picked up my phone and purse from the counter, locked all the doors, and headed outside.
I surreptitiously watched, shoulder leaning against the post, as Gable did his thing.
He looked so sexy and capable.
Him in his black tactical pants, black boots, and black polo that had DPD on the left breast.
His beard was shorter today, as was his hair. Had he gone to the barber?
I wasn’t sure what to think about how short it was.
Not that I didn’t like it, but I was kind of partial to the unkempt look when it came to him. As if he didn’t care what the world thought about his appearance.
But had he cared to ask, everyone would let him know that he was mouthwatering.
His hair was darker than his twin’s.
Longer, thicker, and pullable.
His long eyelashes were to die for and every woman’s dream.
My dream.
Even from here I could see them fan across his upper cheeks as he blinked, incredulous, to what one of the cops was saying to him.
His eyes.
They looked extra blue tonight, as if the setting sun and the lights from the cars around him were making them pop.
He hadn’t noticed me yet, but a lot more of his coworkers had.
The whispering started, quiet at first so as to not alert the bossman. But eventually someone close to him said something and pointed, and Gable’s head jerked up, immediately finding me.
His mouth opened, then snapped shut.
I smiled at him and gave him a single finger wave.
He said something to the men around him, something sharp that had them all looking away from me, then he continued to talk.
It was sexy watching him work.
Like he was made to lead.
I wondered what he looked like in his dress blues.
Gable and Garrett had gone into the Navy when they were eighteen.
Would Gable even fit into his old dress blues?
I doubted it.
He looked like he was solid muscle, and he’d been out, from what I understood from Maven, for at least six years now.
I…
“Hey.”
I looked over to find Nick standing on his side of the property line, staring at me like he’d never seen me before.