No, I’m not jacking off to Scott’s sister.
This is the same woman who used to tease me when I was younger.
Called us nerds and said I smelled like horse shit when I didn’t shower before I went over.
It was a relief when she got married and moved out of Scott’s parent’s place.
Even if it felt emptier.
Shit, who am I kidding?
She’s always been hot as hell.
Big breasts, round hips, and puffy red lips that always look like she’s just been kissed.
My hips start to buck as my hand moves faster, in sync with every thought.
She trusted me to touch her.
Lick her.
I’m special to her.
She thinks I’m cute.
I’m her good boy.
Violently, I spurt over my crumpled sheets as I bite the comforter to stifle my moan.
Chapter 10
Val
“That’s a lot ofmozzarella sticks. Having a party?” I push ten full orders across the bar in plastic bags to Sophia.
“Kinda. It’s my turn to buy snacks for this book club thing I’m in. We meet up at Frozen Bones after it closes every couple of months. Most of the time it’s online.” She pushes me her card and sneaks one of the steaming cheese bites out of the top container.
“Oh ‘hit.” Her mouth is an “O” as she rapidly breathes in and out. “‘Ucking hot.” Waving her hand at her face, she gives me a guilty grin as she swallows. “It’s like lava. I shouldn’t have done that, now I have zero taste buds left.”
“The fact that you had to wait for the last ones to come out of the fryer wasn’t your first clue?” I shake my head with a grin and push the receipt back at her.
Resting my elbows on the edge, I lean closer and drop my voice. “So tell me, what kinda books?”
She mirrors me, our faces only inches apart. “Smut.” With a giggle, she grabs the handles of the bag and whirls around.
“Good girl,” I call after her as she leaves.
I’m still chuckling a few minutes later when the bell over the door chimes again, making me look up.
A tall cowboy with a dark beard wearing a dusty t-shirt and jeans glances around the empty room before sauntering up to one of the stools.
“Howdy partner. What can I get ya?” My smile isn’t forced with him, he’s pretty easy on the eyes.
But vaguely familiar.
“Fine.” He stares at the plastic covered menu for a moment. “I just need a burger and fries to go, please.”
“All the fixin’s?” I pause at the door of the kitchen.
