Page 16 of Haunted By Her Curves

But she’s got nothing to worry about though.

She’ll never want for anything again, not if I have any say in it.Chapter ThirteenLois“I’m… fired?”

It’s a question, but the sound of my own voice registers it as a fact the more I look at Barbara.

She’s giving Blake the stink eye and I know she’s only firing me because he wants me over her.

I look from Blake, back to aging Malibu Barbie Barbara, but he doesn’t say anything. He just gives me this knowing look.

“What… what about my story?” I stammer, feeling the sting of not only losing my first job but not even having a chance at finishing my first story.

Barbara just shrugs, scribbling something on a sheet that she pushes into my chest as she barges past.

“You owe me for the room too, two hundred bucks.”

I open my mouth to say something, but only a dry croaking sound comes out.

I don’t have two dollars, let alone…

Blake finally breaks his silence seeming to look happier when Barbara finally walks out.

“It’ll be fine, Lois. I wasn’t gonna let you stay here a minute longer anyway… as soon as the Sheriff…”

He stops what he’s about to say and we both hear what’s happening on the phone by now. After being patched through to Mrs. Barnes, the Sheriff’s holding the phone away from his ear.

We can all hear exactly what Mrs. Barnes thinks about the law interfering with her house, and her boy.

Blake chuckles softly to himself. “I told ya. Mrs. B. is tougher than iron, and plenty of fire still left in her.

“Does that mean we can…?” I start to ask, relieved as Blake nods firmly, taking my face in his hand before he kisses me in reply.

“We sure can,” he says and I feel him pulling me towards the door with him.

Sheriff Sheldon calls after us both, “Okay, Barnes… so the house thing checks out… but don’t you leave town without telling me,” he warns.

The door that I thought was open to me as a reporter slams on my ass on the way out, pushing me closer to Blake.

“Mind if I drive?” he asks, sensing my hurt and holding the passenger door open for me.

I’m kind of still in shock, but I feel the thrill of being close to Blake again inside my car, which he manages to almost fill completely.

Just being close to him, watching his sure movements as he drives, his understanding look in the rearview mirror, I feel better in a matter of minutes.

In no time, my mind strays to other parts of Blake, parts I can watch at my leisure as he drives.

Parts that make my own parts start to shiver and grow hot with wetness again.

Before we even leave the main street, I’m practically wiggling in my seat, eager for more of what I know Blake has in mind to deliver.

“I’m gonna do what I shoulda done when I first saw you.” He cautions. His full-grown pant bulge, and burning eyes not holding much back.

I don’t need to think too hard to understand, and despite myself, I reach out to touch his hardness.

“Not yet. If you touch me now, Lois, I’ll have to pull over and take you in a field or something. Let me try and get us back in one piece so I can claim you properly,” he says firmly, and I hear my own soft moan escape my lips as I struggle not to rub my legs together.

Biting my lip and running my hands over myself is the only relief I have all the way back to his house on the hill, and as soon as it’s in sight I can feel the same pressure deep inside me about to give way.

“Blake…” I whine out loud, feeling my whole body starts to shiver and shake with a climax before he’s even laid a hand on me.

“Hold on, Lois,” he says, the same strain of urgency in his voice.

I can see a dark patch forming at the top of his huge hard on through his pants, making me groan again, knowing he’s as close as I am.

But I know we’re nowhere near close enough to home.

The thought makes me smile for a second, actually considering what was supposed to be a hunted old house only yesterday, now feels like home already.

Blake expertly pushes my little car to its limit, working her like I know he’s gonna work me, getting us home as fast as he can but taking care to make sure we actually get there.

By the time he skids to a halt after my little car has chugged harder than ever up the hill, I’m about ready to burst.

I’m already out of the car, Blake not far behind. We both touch the huge handle on the giant oak door out front, grateful when it gives and we’re inside.

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