Page 68 of Bulletproof Love

What’s not fine though, is the fact that my balls are so blue I think they may fall off, and Falin came prancing out of her room dressed in another little skirt.

Fuck me.

She actually lives to drive me to the brink of insanity. I’m calling those world record people to let them know they have a new entry. Me, for eye fucking.

“Ready to go?” She pulls her hair off her neck into a messy bun. I actually fucking lick my lips like a dog.

“Yeah.” My voice cracks. “You want my coat?” I grab it from the arm of the couch.

“I’m good. It’s almost sixty out today. Isn’t that nuts?” I nod, barely hearing her words. I’m too busy staring at the swell of her tits popping out of her black sweater.

“Nut. Yeah, totally.” Fuck, I sound like a robot. She bends over to grab her boots, her skirt barely covering her round ass. Is she wearing panties? Holy hell, my cock is going to explode.

“Nut?” She laughs. “Someone has a dirty mind.”

“We should go,” I manage to say.Before I bend you over this couch and fuck the life out of that sweet ass.

“Almost done. I just need to tie my boots.”

I rush over before she has the chance to bend over again and sink to my knees. “I’ve got it.”

“Oh.” I lift her foot, one at a time, tying her boots with trembling hands. I could lift her skirt from here. Devour her pussy until she screams. My breaths come in quick shallow bursts, until I hear her voice. “Jasper? Did you hear me?”

Blinking, I clear my throat. “What?”

She laughs again. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

On the drive over, I turn the music all the way up to drown out my racing thoughts. What I’d give for something to take the edge off. Something like a healthy dose of bull tranquilizer should do the trick.

Since it’s still early and neither of us are hungry, we decide to go straight to the hill. I’m about to start digging like a goddamn groundhog just to let out some pent up energy.

I park on the same street, but closer to our area, and hop out to open Falin’s door. She gives me a sideways glance, like she’s trying to figure out who replaced me with a pod person. “What’s going on with you? You’ve barely said two words all morning.”

I nod, but it ends up looking mechanical and forced, like I’m an NPC in The Sims. “Let’s just grab the shovels.”

Since it’s broad daylight this time, I scout the area, making sure no one’s lurking around. It’s oddly quiet for a sunny winter day. Nothing but some kids playing in a backyard in the distance and barking dogs.

We reach the spot we marked the night before, and I get to work right away, using my shovel to poke around.

“This is much easier in the daytime.” I turn to see where she’s digging to find her bent over again, moving some rocks.Fucking hell.

She hums a Pierce The Veil song that I had on in the car, acting completely unaware that I’m five seconds from my breaking point. I take a deep breath, and walk a few steps away, staring up at a puffy cloud that just so happens to look like a dick. Freud would definitely have something to say to me right about now.

“Christ,” I mutter under my breath. I need to focus. Find a spot and dig away.

“Jas?” I jump, not realizing Falin followed me over here. She trails her hand down my back, stopping right above my ass. “Find something over here?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know. Maybe.”

I keep circling the area, but Falin shadows my every move—touching me constantly. Her fingers glide down my back, dance across my arm, brush against my hand. Each touch pushes me closer to the edge. “You’re so stiff, Jas.”

Ha! If she only knew.

She slides behind me, rising to her toes to work my shoulders. Her fingertips graze my hair, and a groan escapes me. I squeeze my eyes shut, counting backward from ten when she leans in, her breath warm against my ear. “Relax.”

And that’s it.

I throw the shovel on the ground and spin to face her. With my chest heaving, I growl, “Get on your hands and knees right fucking now.”

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