Page 21 of Long Hard Ride
I’m the one who’s always talking about how this deal will end, and why we need to keep things clean and uncomplicated. Although I should have, I’ve never really considered Brooke leaving. “You don’t think we’re putting the cart before the horse?”
She stays quiet. I can tell her wheels are spinning. “What do you mean?”
“I mean we have to stay living under the same roof for another few months and we’re already counting our chickens.”
“I think we’ll be okay.”
I can’t help but grin like a goddamn puppy. Shit. I’ve either got a raging boner or a smile whenever I’m near her. Most of the time, it’s both. “Oh, you do, do you?”
Brooke throws me a sweet smile. She’s killing me here. My dick, my lips, my hands, every part of me wants to climb on top of her on that lounger and fuck the daylights out of her. It wouldn’t take much to slide those bottoms down. My fat cock could be parting those little pussy lips and buried inside her in seconds.
“Did you know that Monet’s mentor felt it was imperative to paint outside?”
“I had no idea.”Did he like to eat pussy outdoors?
“Yeah.” She thumbs through her book, obviously excited about the revelation. “Monet’s teacher was one of the first to adopt ‘plein air’ painting. He thought it was important to observe the way the light changes and how it can transform nature.”
Just like my tongue can transform your clit, and my dick shoved in your tight little cunt opens up a whole new world.“So maybe we should bring your easel outside, or get something smaller, more portable?”
“That’s something a husband would say.”
I shrug. “Just trying to help in any way I can.”And get my mind off of ripping that fucking suit off.
The sound of her phone buzzing interrupts my thoughts, and I watch as she reaches down and feels around for it in the grass. Fuck, her plump tits are about to fall out of that top.
Brooke checks the screen and then looks up at me. “It’s Steve.” She grins. “He texted earlier. He’s trying to borrow a car so he can drive here.”
Fuck.
“Fine,” I say, knowing there is no way in hell I’ll let that scum anywhere near her. Brooke smiles and clicks the phone with her thumb. “I’ll let you take that,” I say, getting up and grabbing the back of my chair. I lug it with me and head back to the house, hearing her ask, “Did you find a car?”
Chapter Nine
Steve’s been callingevery night, and after he finally apologized, we made up. We had a big fight a while ago when he cancelled a date one too many times. Back then I was livid—now, not so much. I’m not even mad anymore.
It’s been nice to talk to him, but something’s shifted. I’m not as excited to see Steve today as I should be.
