Read Online Faith (The Fast Love Collection Book 1) by TM Watkins - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: TM Watkins
Ads: Link
dinner and now he's driving me completely crazy. Archer that is, not Eddie. I inwardly sighed, unable to think straight any more. There was not enough wine in this apartment.
“Stephen King is a master Roxanne.” My father interrupted my thoughts.
“I realize that Peter, I just don't understand why she'd change to horror writing and why she's including Eddie in her book.”
“Honey, I think you might find she was joking.”
My mother looked from him to me, frowning rather hard.
“Why joke about something like that Roxy? Eddie's a doll, why are you mad at him?”
Eddie's face winced with awkwardness as he looked away, I pressed my lips into a long thin line as I continued to stare at him.
But the problem was that she was right. I couldn't be mad at him for this situation, he was being a good friend and giving me a gentle push into what he thought was the right direction.
“I'm not mad at him.”
She was still confused but after some coaxing from my father, she let it go. Underneath the table Eddie's feet found mine, looping into them in a wordless gesture that begged for forgiveness. I sighed heavily, taking my cup and sinking back the last of what had been a good cup of coffee.
I could not be mad at Eddie, not for too long anyway. He was just too sweet and adorable.
Chapter Nine
Coffee and cake was done, my parents had left at the same time as Eddie and James. Refusing to believe me when I said that I was fine to clean the kitchen by myself, Archer stayed.
He was getting in my way, doing things wrong and generally driving me crazy. And it was all intentional.
“Would you please stop it.”
“Stop what?”
I huffed and returned to the sink where I had stacked the plates. Across the small patch of land between the two buildings was a darkened kitchen window. No doubt the two devils in there were sitting on the leather stools with a bowl of popcorn, watching the show.
“Okay so the kitchen is clean, feel free to leave whenever you want.”
Like right now before something irrational happens. I turned around and saw his finger in his mouth again, he looked away and tried to pretend he hadn't stuck his finger in the cake again.
“Here, take it all.”
I put the lid on the container and handed the cake to him.
“Don't you want any?”
“It goes straight to my backside so no.”
He tipped his body with a frown on his face. Far out, he was intentionally looking at my backside and not caring if I knew.
“Your ass looks perfectly fine to me.”
“Could you not look at it, thanks.”
I turned away which was probably the most stupidest thing I've ever done. No wait, going to his house in my pajamas was the leader on that list. He put the container onto the bench beside me, moving closer to me again.
His whole body pressed against me, pinning me to the bench yet again. And yet again, I could feel that hard dig of an erection against my backside. Did it ever turn off? Unlikely. The man was probably worse than a horny teenager.
“You ask too much of me.”
Warm breath spread over my bare neck, lingering scent of chocolate rising to me as his hands settled on my hips.
“Especially when you get around in tiny shorts and skirts.”
His hands flattened on the material of my skirt and then gripped tight, taking the material with it. Slowly those fingers unfurled and gripped again, lifting and bunching more of the skirt material.
“I think you want me to. Tell me I'm wrong Roxy.”
I couldn't. It was never intentional or at least I didn't believe it was but I didn't want to say anything at all. Maybe my subconscious wanted more than I realized. He was easy on the eye, he'd made me laugh and was good company.
What was holding me back? He drove me a little crazy, lived across the road and he used to be part of a motorcycle club. Those were pitiful excuses for not wanting something with him. Maybe the fact that we hardly knew each other was a good one or that it had been a few days since his
“Stephen King is a master Roxanne.” My father interrupted my thoughts.
“I realize that Peter, I just don't understand why she'd change to horror writing and why she's including Eddie in her book.”
“Honey, I think you might find she was joking.”
My mother looked from him to me, frowning rather hard.
“Why joke about something like that Roxy? Eddie's a doll, why are you mad at him?”
Eddie's face winced with awkwardness as he looked away, I pressed my lips into a long thin line as I continued to stare at him.
But the problem was that she was right. I couldn't be mad at him for this situation, he was being a good friend and giving me a gentle push into what he thought was the right direction.
“I'm not mad at him.”
She was still confused but after some coaxing from my father, she let it go. Underneath the table Eddie's feet found mine, looping into them in a wordless gesture that begged for forgiveness. I sighed heavily, taking my cup and sinking back the last of what had been a good cup of coffee.
I could not be mad at Eddie, not for too long anyway. He was just too sweet and adorable.
Chapter Nine
Coffee and cake was done, my parents had left at the same time as Eddie and James. Refusing to believe me when I said that I was fine to clean the kitchen by myself, Archer stayed.
He was getting in my way, doing things wrong and generally driving me crazy. And it was all intentional.
“Would you please stop it.”
“Stop what?”
I huffed and returned to the sink where I had stacked the plates. Across the small patch of land between the two buildings was a darkened kitchen window. No doubt the two devils in there were sitting on the leather stools with a bowl of popcorn, watching the show.
“Okay so the kitchen is clean, feel free to leave whenever you want.”
Like right now before something irrational happens. I turned around and saw his finger in his mouth again, he looked away and tried to pretend he hadn't stuck his finger in the cake again.
“Here, take it all.”
I put the lid on the container and handed the cake to him.
“Don't you want any?”
“It goes straight to my backside so no.”
He tipped his body with a frown on his face. Far out, he was intentionally looking at my backside and not caring if I knew.
“Your ass looks perfectly fine to me.”
“Could you not look at it, thanks.”
I turned away which was probably the most stupidest thing I've ever done. No wait, going to his house in my pajamas was the leader on that list. He put the container onto the bench beside me, moving closer to me again.
His whole body pressed against me, pinning me to the bench yet again. And yet again, I could feel that hard dig of an erection against my backside. Did it ever turn off? Unlikely. The man was probably worse than a horny teenager.
“You ask too much of me.”
Warm breath spread over my bare neck, lingering scent of chocolate rising to me as his hands settled on my hips.
“Especially when you get around in tiny shorts and skirts.”
His hands flattened on the material of my skirt and then gripped tight, taking the material with it. Slowly those fingers unfurled and gripped again, lifting and bunching more of the skirt material.
“I think you want me to. Tell me I'm wrong Roxy.”
I couldn't. It was never intentional or at least I didn't believe it was but I didn't want to say anything at all. Maybe my subconscious wanted more than I realized. He was easy on the eye, he'd made me laugh and was good company.
What was holding me back? He drove me a little crazy, lived across the road and he used to be part of a motorcycle club. Those were pitiful excuses for not wanting something with him. Maybe the fact that we hardly knew each other was a good one or that it had been a few days since his
Similar Books
![Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED]](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/523897/thumbs/152x264/dead-mans-curves-bbw-vampire-paranormal-erotic-romance-kobo-ed.jpg)
