When she turns around, I’m blinded by the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen, framed by long dark lashes that lock on mine. Suddenly I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. Fuckin’ gorgeous.
I watch her eyes appraise me, taking in every inch. When her eyes meet mine again, I see a flash of desire, liking what she was looking at.
I give her a knowing smile, before I drop my eyes to her cleavage, taking in the rest of her.
Her cheeks turn red, and she quickly turns back around.
While I’m loading my stuff in the back of my truck, my mind is still on the hazel-eyed beauty. My cock goes half hard just thinking about those perfect fuckin’ lips, and how they would taste. It’s been years since a woman has grabbed hold of my attention like this. Not since that bitch Stephanie. And even she didn’t affect me like this. No, the beauty in the store about knocked me on my ass with one look.
Being a grown man, I now realize what I had with Stephanie wasn’t true love. What hurt the most about losing her wasn’t about losing love, it was about the betrayal.
Pushing those thoughts away, I climb in my truck and make my way home.
That night as I’m lying in bed, I can’t get my mind off the girl from the store. Fuck, what is it about her?
A two-minute encounter and she is already under my skin. I should be kicking my own ass for not getting her number. Truth be told it’s for the best. I refuse to let another woman in, giving her the power to destroy me. And I have no doubt this woman would slay me.
Closing my eyes, I imagine her on her knees, her perfect fuckin’ lips wrapped around my cock.
Reaching into my boxers, I wrap my hand around my hardening length. Using the little bit of precum that’s at the tip, I spread it all over as I begin stroking myself. I imagining her hair wrapped around my fist as those big, lust-filled eyes look up at me while she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
It doesn’t take long before I’m growling out my release and jets of cum landing all over my stomach.
Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I came so hard.
After taking a moment to get my breathing under control, I get up and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.
Going back to my bed I sit on the edge, running my hands through my hair, staring out my window, watching the wind stir the lake waters.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never had a woman affect me like this. All it took was one look, now look at me, fuckin’ jerking off like some goddamn teenager.
Lying back down in my bed, I look over at the clock and see it’s after midnight already.
Shit, I’ve got to be at work early tomorrow to finish up that bike. I need to get my h
ead straight. The last thing I need is to be distracted by some woman. Tomorrow I’ll get me some new pussy and forget all about this chick.
When my eyes become heavy and sleep finally takes me, visions of hazel eyes are the last thing I remember.
The next morning, I step out on my porch with a coffee, breathing in the cool morning air. The sun is just starting to come up, painting the sky in a mixture of purple and orange, casting its reflection on the lake.
Buying my house was the best investment I ever made. I saved for years while living at the clubhouse and as soon as I had enough, I jumped at the chance to get a place to myself out here.
When you live the kind of life I do, you need a quiet place like this to come home to. My home is my sanctuary, and I won’t share it with just anyone. One day I’ll have someone to share all this with. At that thought, visions of a brown-haired angel come to mind. Angel...that’s exactly what she looked like, with her big expressive eyes and full lips.
Sighing, I push those thoughts from my mind and head inside to get ready for work.
Pulling up at the garage, I park in my usual spot. Walking through the bay doors I can hear female laughter. I stop in my tracks when I see the dark haired beauty from the store standing beside Quinn.
CHAPTER SIX
Bella
My sister and I stopped by the store on the way home after picking her up from school to grab something for dinner. When we make it the checkout line I notice Mila is working the register.
“Hey, Bella! Where have you been? I sent you a few texts. I haven’t seen or heard from you since last week. I’ve been worried about you.”
I’m such a bad friend. I know I should have texted her back, but I didn’t feel like explaining anything to her over the phone.