Page 25 of The Reading

When I had gotten her delivery by mistake, I had immediately brought it over for her. I knew that Kit wrote books for a living, and she had mentioned the delivery on her latest book last week. However, I had dropped the ball when I had delivered them, not bothering to double check where Lawrence was. Though Kit had a soft spot for him, it still sucked whenever he got loose and destroyed something of hers. Granted, he didn’t do it often, but he did it often enough.

However, when I’d seen Lawrence in her yard, her package a chewed up, scattered, destroyed mess, I had never imagined that cleaning up the mess would lead to a whole new set of problems.

I mean, holy fucking shit.

When I had started gathering all the scattered papers, the word ‘cock’ had stood out on one of the pages, and my curiosity had been peak. After that, my eyes had scanned the page, then had slowed down toreallytake in what I’d been reading, and Sweet Baby Jesus.

Always a gracious neighbor, I had never made a move on Kit Vicious because it was hard to find an accommodating neighbor that didn’t complain about the inner workings of a horse ranch. Though she was of age at thirty-one, gorgeous with her blonde hair and blue eyes, petite like a sexy pixie, and hypnotizing with that color missing from her left eye, I hadn’t wanted to risk asking her out, only to make shit uncomfortable if she’d said no or had gotten offended. I had chosen the friend route, and I still considered her a very good friend.

However, my mind was racing with crazy thoughts of fucking her up against the wall because that’s what her hero had been doing in the pages that I had managed to read before knocking on her door and confessing all of Lawrence’s sins.

In the passage, the heroine’s neighbor-who was six-foot-three, had blonde hair, green eyes, and lived on a ranch-had just cornered her in her kitchen before confessing all his sinful thoughts about her, then had lifted her to impale her on his cock, fucking her into submission.

Yeah, I was keeping these fucking pages with me.

“Oh, no,” I quickly rushed out, holding the pages next to my chest. “I can toss them. In fact, I can toss the whole box.”

Kit glanced over at Lawrence. “Well, if he’s full, I prefer to shred the books for copyright reasons.”

“I have a shredder,” I offered. “I can do that for you. If you trust me, that is.”

“Of course, I trust you,” she snorted.

“Well, then let me take care of this for you,” I said, desperate to read the rest of the fucking book. Even if I had to piece together the shredded remains, I was going to read her book and find out if the hero gets the girl. Especially, if the hero is me and Kit’s the heroine.

Kit went back to petting Lawrence. “You’re not going to get him in trouble, are you?”

I glanced over at Lawrence. “He deserves to get in trouble, Kit.”

She sighed. “I know, but…but he didn’t mean it.”

“He never means it,” I reminded her.

“Maybe we should just open a clearing in the back fence,” she suggested. “That way he can just come and go in the back and not venture out into my front yard anymore.”

I eyed her. “If we do that, he’s going to be at your place all the time, Kit,” I informed her. “You’ll never be able to put anything in your backyard.”

“Not if he feels welcomed,” she argued. “Maybe he’s just acting out because we don’t let him come over here whenever he wants.”

I stood there as she made an argument for letting my goat roam free on her property, beginning to feel resentful that she wasn’t offering me the same freedom.

Those pages were fucking me up.

“I think it would be a bad idea to let Lawrence roam your property, Kit,” I told her, and Lawrence brayed at me like he could understand me. “Goats need discipline.”

“Discipline,” she muttered, and my mind immediately went to what else could be in her book.

“Look, let me clean this up, and I’ll stop by later to discuss it some more. Yeah?”

Kit nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Chapter 2

Lucas~

Ihad thirty special eggs to put together, but that was the least of my issues right now. Right now, I was on page seventy-two of a hot, erotic, filthy, dizzying romance between a horse rancher and his sexy neighbor, and holy…

Fucking…

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