I could imagine.
“How… why… what the fuck?” I finally settled on.
She was shaking her head.
“I don’t know,” she said. “And it’s like… I could hear it. For three days. So I’m abnormally sensitive now to all spiders, not just black widows. I see one and I freak out. Yesterday, I saw a spider on the bed, and I had to sleep with one eye open.”
I caught her up with an elbow around her neck and touched my nose to hers.
“I’ll take care of any spider you have a problem with,” I promised. “That’s my solemn vow for you.”Chapter 8
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but I didn’t view your story. I was watching the one before yours and it rolled.
-Darby’s secret thoughts
Darby
“Where do you want me to sleep?” I asked, taking a quick look around.
There didn’t look like there was much here. I saw a couch in the corner of the room, but that was a big no-go for me seeing as there was a spring sticking out the middle of the middle couch cushion which I’m guessing is why I moved to her bed the first night. There were no other beds in the entire area, and to top it off, the one and only thing that I saw there that I might be able to sleep on that wasn’t her bed was the counter. And I wasn’t sure I was desperate enough to sleep on the counter.
Which left me with one of two options. My truck cab or the bed with her.
And I could tell you right now which one I would’ve wanted.
“Uhhh,” she said, taking a quick darting glance around. “How about…” She bit her lip, looking torn. “There’s…” She trailed off as she saw the usual places one would sleep, then quickly dismissed them as unacceptable.
She did this a few times before sighing. “You can sleep with me for one night… I guess.”
I snorted at her words. “You guess? Wow, that’s brutally honest and you certainly don’t sound too thrilled about it.”
“Well, it’s either one night or you sleep in your truck until we can find and get you a bed,” she countered.
She was right.
I wouldn’t grin or laugh.
I would smile, though.
“Perfect,” she said quietly. “You can stay with me one night. Tomorrow you can help me move you a bed into the spare room. Then you can stay as long as you want.”
I wouldn’t be staying much longer than necessary. Honest to God, I didn’t think I could do it past one night with her.
Then there was the fact that I’d be testing my limits on my ‘one’ night. Each fucking second I spent with her, the more I wanted to do questionable things to her.
I wanted to corrupt Waylynn Jennings. I wanted to do bad, bad things to her. I wanted to ruin her until no other man would get close.
But… that would make me bad.
I wasn’t bad anymore… right?
“You okay?”
Waylynn’s soft, melodic voice had me blinking in surprise.
“Yes,” I croaked. “You care if I take a quick shower first?”
Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.
“Actually,” she said. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to take one first. I just… I feel really dirty in places that shouldn’t be dirty.”
She’d been on her knees helping clean up the Apache today. She’d been up and down a ladder. Down and back across the rooftop helping set up lights. Then she’d interviewed three people while GQ and I had repaired the large screen.
Then, when she was done with that, she’d helped us weld the new gates.
She couldn’t actually do the welding, but she’d brought us tools, held shit in place, and ultimately been the perfect gopher.
And every single time she’d walk away, I’d watch her ass sway, only looking back when she turned her eyes back in my direction.
“Sure,” I said. “There were a few things that I wanted to check out on the outside anyway. I could do those while I’m dirty.”
She grinned widely at me and offered me a thumb’s up.
“Okay, sounds perfect!” She clapped.
I swallowed hard and tried not to pay attention to how her breasts swayed when she clapped.
I also tried not to look at her smile, because damned if that wasn’t making me feel things that I shouldn’t be feeling, too.
After parting ways, I went outside to try and escape the sounds she made while showering.
The more sounds she made, the more I was able to picture exactly what she was doing.
Like when she dropped the soap, I could just picture her bending over to retrieve it. Her pussy lips parting, exposing her clit and slick entrance to my gaze.
Her thighs soft and supple, and her asshole winking…
I cursed and kicked a rock, stubbing my toe.
“Fuck me,” I muttered, rounding the side of the house.
The thing that I wanted to look at was actually the window that was over the kitchen sink. From the inside I could see a break in the glass. From the outside I could tell that the break in the glass was actually a gap about a quarter inch wide. Big enough for plenty of cold air to escape through.