Page 71 of Mountain Grump
I stay where I am,flat on my mattress, as I listen to the front door open and close. As I listen to Quackers. As I listen to Ethan turn his engine on and drive away.
I can hardly believe that just happened.
I mean, I can. Because that kiss we shared outside the gym was the most passionate kiss of my life.
Well, until the one we shared while Ethan made me come by rubbing his hard dick against me.
“Wow.”
Swinging one arm over, I roll onto my side and climb off the bed.
I’m not even mad about Ethan’s orgasm ’n’ dash. If he’d stayed… well, I probably would’ve just stripped, pulled all his clothes off, then spread myself back on the bed.
And even though that sounds freaking amazing—and I’m positive I’d enjoy the experience—I don’t actually know him that well. And grumpy is one thing, but I need to make sure he’s a decent human before I let him put his big dick inside me.
I roll my lips together as I open the drawer with my underwear.
Doth my vagina deceive me? That dick wasbig.
Setting aside a new pair of undies, I reach under my sleep shirt, pull my green ones off, toss them into my now-working washer, then carry my new pair into the bathroom.
Refreshed, I walk on bare feet into the living room, planning to lock the front door, then make popcorn to eat in bed while I watch TV on my tablet.
But before I make it to the door, I stop.
The yellow straps are no longer sitting on top of my box.
Ethan’s hat is still there. But the straps are gone. And in their place…
I press my teeth into my lower lip and step forward.
Then, slowly, I reach down and pick up the spool of purple ribbon.
“How?” I whisper.
I run my finger over the surface, around the narrow circle the spool makes.
The ribbon is so soft.
It’s not silk. Not linen. But something between.
I hold the ribbon closer to my face, admiring the silver thread woven into the edge.
I bite my lip harder as I look out the window to where Ethan’s truck had been.
When did he buy this?
Where did he buy this?
Why did he buy this?
It’s so… thoughtful.
I stare down at the ribbon in my hand.
It’s odd because he’s the one who destroyed my ribbon in the first place. But I think I understand him now. I think I get that he’s a stickler for the rules.
That him ripping that other ribbon off the fence had nothing to do with me.
