Kinky Curves (Kinky Chronicles Book 5) by Jodi Redford

Author:Jodi Redford [Redford, Jodi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-22T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

The problem with working nights is it left him with too much time during the day for doing completely unproductive things—like watch old episodes of The Family Feud and stare at Charlie’s panties until the pattern of the lace was completely burned into his brainpan. He’d made good on his promise of not jacking off with them after the first time. He’d even tossed them in the wash so they’d be ready for the next time he saw her.

Which better be fucking soon. Otherwise, he’d lose his damn mind.

Last night, lying in his bed, he’d tortured himself with the memory of her fingers buried between her legs, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. It took everything inside him not to pull her up off of the passenger seat and haul her on top of his aching cock. And later, when he finally got to kiss her, it was heaven and hell. Heaven because she was a sweet and spicy delicacy he could easily savor all night long. Hell because she was a sweet and spicy delicacy he could easily savor all night long...but he’d made this stupid promise with himself that he’d bide his time with her. Not push her too hard or fast. Charlie was worth waiting for. He wouldn’t blow it with her.

Though Christ knows he wanted to blow it in her. A dozen or more times, likely, with as hot and hard as she got him. Even after he came in her panties, he’d managed to squeeze out a couple more throughout the night. It’s what he got for obsessing on her pussy and the incredible sounds she made when she came.

A familiar throbbing sensation pulsed in his cock and he sent the tented front of his sweatpants a stern look. “Don’t even think about it.” At this rate, he’d have a damn mountain of used tissues in his wastebasket.

He clicked the remote and surfed through the channels. Not a damn thing on. Why the hell was he paying for cable again? Grumpiness setting in, he powered off the TV. Probably should take it as a sign that he needed to get out and relieve his bottled tension with some fresh air.

Not usually how he went about relieving stress, but he’d take what he could get at the moment.

He exchanged his sweats for jeans and a T-shirt, pulled on his Chucks, and grabbed his keys. Ten minutes later he hit the road. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to forgo the AC, he buzzed the windows down on the truck. After some record highs the last couple of weeks, Mother Nature had decided to give them a break with temps well under the nineties.

He wasn’t entirely sure where his travels were taking him until he took the Exit 101 Off-ramp. His next stop was the small florist shop down the street from his old house. He purchased a bouquet of mini sunflowers—his mom’s favorite—and headed for the cemetery.

It’d been a few months since he’d last visited her grave.

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