Between a Rock and a Hard Place by Jennie Kew

Author:Jennie Kew [Kew, Jennie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wooden Key Press
Published: 2020-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

Arnaath’s smile is slow and disarming. My old friend is big and built for strength and his reflexes haven’t dulled with age. In the blink of an eye, he hauls me against his naked chest and squeezes the soft globes of my arse.

When my feet leave the ground I wrap my arms around his head, inadvertently burying his face in my cleavage. “Don’t you dare!” I say. Well, squeal is a more apt description. The unnaturally high pitch of my voice makes me wince.

“Or what?” His deep voice is muffled by my flesh and it’s a good thing he probably doesn’t need to breathe. At least, I really hope he doesn’t need to breathe because I have no intention of letting go until my feet are on solid ground again.

“Or I’ll… um….” I’m shaking, my bravado banished in the face of my greatest fear. “Please put me down.”

But even after I feel the roof beneath my feet, I find I am sufficiently freaked out, to the point I can’t seem to loosen my grip on Arnaath’s head, and it’s only when he pries me off him that I’m able to take a step back.

And he immediately grabs me again. “Careful!”

Glancing over my shoulder, I realise I was about back into the parapet that edges the flat portion of the roof. It’s not particularly tall and easy to trip over. Believe me, I know.

A whimper escapes me and I find myself wrapped in Arnaath’s arms again. “I’ve got you, little mason. I won’t let you fall again.”

His body is so warm, his skin so soft. But how? He’s made of stone. How the hell is any of this possible? Maybe I really am crazy. Maybe this is all just a figment of my imagination and I’m actually just a lunatic hugging an inanimate sculpture on the roof of my childhood home. But as he hugs me tighter and my breasts and belly squash against the press of his hard, muscular chest, I figure this ain’t so bad. Especially when I feel what I’m hoping is his cock dig into my thigh.

As figments of my imagination go, this one is pretty freaking awesome.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” he murmurs by my ear. “May I suggest we climb down from here?”

I don’t refuse, and allow him to lead me down the narrow staircase that heads to the back door of the cottage.

My house is an odd one. Originally built as a church over a hundred years ago, and designed to look like a small castle, it was an interesting place to grow up, what with the backyard full of dead people and all. And yeah, before you run away thinking, “Weird-O!” let me just say that being normal isn’t something I’ve often been accused of.

I know I’m strange, okay?

I am very aware of that fact.

I was reminded of it every other day of my life growing up until finally, one day, I simply accepted I was “that” girl. I was the weird girl

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.