Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Night, Tiago.”
I was going to regret her knowing my real name. I just knew it.
Chapter 7
That moment when your woman asks you if her butt looks big.
-Kettle explaining one of his worst fears.
Kettle
I watched from the doorway as Adeline fell backwards on the bed, shimmied her hips, thrust upwards, jumped up and down, and finally got the pants she was trying to pull up over her hips.
Then she stood, squatted low to the ground while holding on to the waist of the jeans and bent forward, before she gathered a deep breath, sucked in, and then buttoned the jeans.
“That thing’s not going to pop off and nail someone in the eye, is it?” I asked dryly.
Adeline collapsed backward on the bed, panting slightly before answering. “It would serve that bitch right. I can’t believe she gave me these jeans. I haven’t fit into these since I graduated from college. We used to fight over them constantly.”
She stood and walked carefully towards me before collapsing into my arms.
I caught her easily enough, supporting her weight with my arms as I walked her backward to the bed and let us both fall.
She bounced with me, landing in a heap with the corner of the comforter covering her face.
She didn’t remove it, and I waited for a good ten seconds as I ground my hips into hers before realizing that she didn’t plan on moving it.
Sighing, I reached up and flipped the blanket off her face to find a smile on her lips with her eyes closed.
“I’m not into paper-bagging my women.” I quipped.
“Paper bagging?” She asked, looping her arms around my neck.
“Yeah, covering their faces as I fuck them.” I teased.
She scowled, leaned forward, and bit me on the neck.
Her pointy little teeth sank slightly in without breaking the skin, causing me to jerk in reaction.
“Hey,” I said, tickling her.
She started laughing. “Uncle! Uncle! Stop!” She squealed.
I stopped reluctantly and started to move off her when she wrapped her legs around my hips, causing me to still. “Yes?”
“I need to make a stop somewhere before you take me to school.” She said, running her fingers along my bearded jaw.
I raised my arm and glanced at the watch on my wrist before looking back at her. “You don’t have time to stop anywhere and get there before eight.”
She shrugged. “I’m always late. They wouldn’t know what to do with me if I wasn’t late.”
I laughed and stood up, taking her with me.
“Get your shoes on,” I said, enforcing the demand with a quick slap to her ass.
She dropped her legs from around my waist and laughed before turning and heading to the bathroom.
Her ass looked great in the jeans, which was no surprise since they were so tight she had to wiggle and squirm to get into them. I just hoped she didn’t rip them in the middle of class or something. I couldn’t even make out a panty line.
“Keep your pants on.”
“If you’re lucky!” I yelled as I made my way out to my living room.
I would be taking Adeline to school today, due to her rental car being damaged in the fire. Or, at least, that was what she thought. In reality, I wanted to keep an eye on her, otherwise I’d have let her use my truck.
Sure, the rental had seen a bit of damage, but not enough to make it unusable. She didn’t need to know that, however. I’d had it towed by Dixie last night, so she wouldn’t even see it to know that I’d lied.
Although ‘lied’ was such a harsh word. I liked ‘omitting the truth’ better.
Once I dropped her off, I’d be stopping by her mechanic and having a word, because two months was just an insane amount of time to have someone’s car, warranty job or not.
It was also something I’d been meaning to do for going on two weeks, but hadn’t found the time to accomplish it yet.
“You’re going to need a coat today! It’s colder than hell!” I yelled to her.
“Do you have a sweatshirt I can borrow?” Adeline yelled back from my bedroom.
I laughed as I flicked on the coffee pot and started it before going back into the bedroom.
“Why is it I always find you on your knees?” I asked when I found her down on her knees looking under the bed. She wiggled her ass, taunting me. “How hard do you think it would be to get those pants back on?”
“Too long. I’d be really late for work. Ewwww!” She yelled as she backed out from under the bed, flicking a pair of black lace panties at me.
“All I wanted was my socks!” She yelled shrilly giving me a nasty glare.
I shrugged. “I never promised to be a princess when you met me. But I also haven’t slept with another person in well over two months now. Although, I haven’t cleaned out from under my bed since I moved in.”
Her face lost a little bit of its disdain, and then it soon filled again with horror. “Please tell me you’ve at least washed the sheets since then.” She pleaded.
I thought back to the last time the sheets had been washed, taking a few moments too long in coming up with the answer. Which led to Adeline fake gagging, dropping down on the floor to her knees, and then further to her back where she proceeded to pretend to convulse.
I watched her antics with a smile on my face, and let it go on for a good three minutes before she finally tired herself out.
Panting, she said, “I’m gonna need another shower.”
I eyed her. “Yeah, you probably will. There’s sweat on your forehead. You probably worked up a good sweat everywhere else, too.”
“That’s okay, I used your deodorant. I probably smell all sexy like you always do. I’m more talking about the sex cooties I caught from your sheets.”
I rolled my eyes, leaned down, captured her waist, and hoisted her onto my shoulder.
Then I leaned down, grasped her shoes, stopped by my own dresser for a pair of socks, walked into the living room, and then tossed her down on the couch where I proceeded to pull my socks up past her knees, where I started putting her tennis shoes on.