Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I arch my brow, amused by her flirting.
Levi: If you want my mouth between your legs, all you have to do is ask.
Fallon: Oh, I'm going to enjoy EARNING it when I win.
Levi: Getting the chance to eat your pussy? Babe, that's a win for both of us.
🙄
When she sends an eye-roll emoji, I picture her doing that very thing.
Then she sends a shot of her chest, the tops of her breasts peeking out of her tank top. I can't see her full face, just her sweet lips as she sticks her tongue out at me.
Levi: Your ass is in major trouble now.
My cock strains against my jeans, and I groan. The last thing I need while chopping down trees is an erection. Then having to tell customers, “Merry Christmas,” as I imagine shooting my load all over Fallon's tits.
Fallon: You gonna punish me?
Fuck, she's testing my patience.
Where the hell did this Fallon come from, and how do I keep her?
Levi: All night long.
Fallon: Looking forward to it, Mr. White.
I shake my head and force my phone into my pocket so I don’t sext her all damn day.
After another few hours, I finally get a break to eat and use the bathroom. Just as I walk into the shop, I see Finn and Oakley walking around with their arms full.
"Hey!" I pull Finn in for a hug. "What are you guys doing here?"
"My fiancé is buying the entire place out," he muses, and I chuckle at her basket full of cookies and gifts.
"No looking! I got something in there for Fallon, and I don't trust you not to spoil it," Oakley says, covering it up.
I chuckle. "You did? That's nice of you."
"Of course. I'm hoping I can sweet-talk her into staying. It'd be nice to have another woman to hang with who isn't a Vermonter. We can bond over being from the West coast and all the weird shit you guys do and say."
"I managed to convince her to stay through New Year’s, but I don't think she'll be able to stay longer than that," I reply sadly.
"Really? That's great," Finn says.
"That gives me more time to tell her all the reasons she should stay," Oakley adds.
I wish it were that easy.
"I'm taking her to the pub tonight if you wanna join us? Probably get there around eight."
They look at each other and smile. "Yeah, we'll meet ya," Finn says.
"We can chat about the wedding, too!" Oakley's eyes light up.
Grinning, I slap his shoulder. "Awesome, see ya there. I gotta get back to work."
"Damn!" Finn whistles as Fallon makes another bull’s-eye. "She's kicking your ass."
Fallon smirks wickedly.
"I think she's cheating," I deadpan.
"How do you cheat at darts?" Oakley defends.
"I don't know...but I'm gonna figure it out." I watch as she takes another shot and again, hits the center.
Oakley cheers loudly for Fallon, and they high-five. Somehow this round became a game of boys versus girls, and they're killing it. My friends have welcomed her into their lives so easily, it's impossible not to think about the long term.
"Good luck..." Fallon says as she hands me the darts. "You're gonna need it."
I give her a side-eye, no longer playing just for orgasms, but because I'm competitive too.
As soon as I take my stance, Fallon stands next to me, sipping her drink. When I look at her, she flashes a mischievous grin.
"Yes?" I ask.
She shrugs, the alcohol effectively loosening her up, but not enough to affect her aim.
"Go sit, I don't trust you so close to me."
Fallon giggles. "I'm not doing anything."
"You're trying to distract me."
"Noooo," she stammers. "If that were the case, I'd take off my shirt and do a few jumping jacks."
My mind immediately brings that visual to life.
"Go to the table," I warn playfully. "Or I'll have to call a foul."
"Go ahead. I'll call traveling, then."
Finn snorts behind us.
"That's basket—" I shake my head at her wrong sports reference. "Never mind. Stand behind me, or you forfeit."
She scowls and finally moves out of my vision.
"Stay focused, man," Finn encourages. "If we win, I get a BJ."
"Finn!" Oakley scolds, smacking his arm, and my concentration flies out the window.
But then I remember, if I lose—I get to give Fallon a mind-blowing orgasm, and that sounds better than Finn's BJ.
"Fuck it." I slam the darts on the table and grab Fallon's hand. "Be right back," I tell Finn and Oakley while dragging her behind me.
"What are you doing?" she squeals, trying to keep up as I hustle down the hallway toward the bathrooms.
"Marking off one of your Never Have I Evers."
Sex in a public place.
"Here?" she whisper-hisses.
I pull her into the unisex bathroom and lock the door. Luckily, it's only a one-stall, but the bar is packed, so it won't be long before someone's knocking.
"Jeans to your ankles, baby. We gotta do this quickly."