Page 2 of Sweetie Pie
The assholes are just gonna have to suffer.
I’m going to have a good time this weekend even if it kills all of them!
Whistling, I grab my clothes and head for the bathroom to get a shower and get dressed.
This weekend could be just what I need to get my dreams on track. I just hope that I can find the inspiration that I’ve been missing.
I hope that this is just the beginning of my future as a first-rate author and a woman who goes after what she wants.
No matter what her damn brothers think!
Colt
She’s not going to work. I know this because I’m sitting here watching her house and she hasn’t left yet.
My heart skips a beat when I sit back and the fear overwhelms me. Is she sick? Maybe she fell. She lives alone and nobody will know if she’s fallen.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I fight the urge to bang on the damn door and break it down if she doesn’t answer.
Before I can do it, the door opens and I duck down in the seat, my cock tightening my jeans until I have to wriggle in my damn seat to try and get the fucker off the zipper.
Gritting my teeth, I watch her, my eyes drinking in the vision of her. It’s one that I shouldn’t covet like I do.
She’s my friend’s little sister. She’s barely old enough to drink and I’m a dirty fucking old man to stare at her like I do. Dream about her like I do.
She’s all I ever think about. Which is why I’m here right now. Every second that I’m not working, I’m following her, stalking her. Hoping nobody notices and calls me out.
Hoping she does notice and she wants me too.
I’m sick. I should be in jail instead of the men I put there. But I can’t help myself. She’s the first thing I think about in the morning. The last thing I think about at night. She’s my touchstone. My body wants her, my head tells me I’m an asshole for it. But my damn head can’t drown out the desire and lust that I’m fighting every second of the day. It feels like a losing battle since I’m sitting here watching her pack her car, my tongue slicking along my lips when she bends over and her short little sweater rides up and I see a sliver of pale golden skin, see the peach-shaped curve of her ass.
My fingers itch to touch her. My cock jerks and I’m so close to blowing in my damn pants like an untried teenager that it’s embarrassing as hell.
But here I sit. My mouth watering, my eyes glued to her curvy little body.
My heart in my throat when she gets in the car and starts to drive away.
I put the car in gear and fight the urge to pull out. Instead I wait until she’s a little ahead of me, just enough so that hopefully she doesn’t notice me back here tailing her, and I pull out and keep my foot steady on the gas, my greedy eyes locked on that damn car.
Wherever she’s going…that’s where I’m going too. She’ll never get away from me.
And unfortunately for her, I’ll never be able to let her go.
She pulls into Carverville and my eyes narrow when she heads straight for a hotel and checks in. If she’s meeting some other fucker, I’m gonna find him and break him in half. I wish I wasa better man, a stronger lawman. But that man will die with my hands around his throat.
I step out of my car and slip through the busy foyer, eyeing the desk and her and wondering where I should go.
It doesn’t take me more than a minute to decide and I watch the elevator going up and check out where it lands.
When I’ve got the floor, I race up the back stairs and fall out of the door when I reach the floor, just in time to watch her pulling the last of her luggage through the door and close it.
I make a mental note of the number and head downstairs. Stalking up to the registration desk, I fight to smile in what I hope is a charming manner at the young girl behind the counter.
She eyes me like you’d eye a snake so I’m not sure it was a fruitful endeavor.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asks me, her voice firm and steady. Maybe a little aggravated.
I get it. It’s probably already been a long day. It has for me too. But it’s nowhere near done.
