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aren’t hanging in my trophy room.”
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.” He shifted his weight, as if having difficulty finding a comfortable position.
“Don’t mess with me again. I don’t like it.”
“Really? Well, I don’t like being manipulated.”
“Would you have signed autographs if we’d asked outright?”
“Fuck, no.” Tyler dropped a buck into the cuss jar. “I don’t do this kind of shit. It’s bad for my asshole image. People don’t want to see me as a good guy, ruins their preconceived notions.”
“My point exactly.”
Tyler’s gaze slid down her body like a bold caress then sauntered back to her face. “I’m falling in dislike with you.”
“I’m already there. It’s nice to know we’re on the same page.”
“It’s not just a page, it’s a whole book.”
“Like you would know. Have you ever read an entire book?”
“Sweetheart, I can read your book just fine.”
Infuriated, Lavender turned away to tend to her other customers. She didn’t know how she’d surviv e two more months on the same island with this insufferable jerk. Even worse, how she’d keep him out of her bed.
Chapter 8
Goal-Line Stand
Over the next several days, Tyler gained a new understanding of island time. He still didn’t have television, phon e, or internet service. The roofers he’d hired to repair the leaking roof showed up for work around eleven, took a two-hour lunch, and left about two-thirty. The temperamental furnace worked when it wanted, and the serviceman he’d called seemed in no hurry to take a look at it. Fireplaces didn’t come close to keeping this mausoleum heated, even though he kept a fire lit in the den and master bedroom. At least the weather cooperated and hovered in the low fifties and high forties.
Even worse, he’d been reduced to chopping wood every morning to feed the hungry fireplaces. He hadn’t chopped wood since he’d been a kid. Funny how things came full circle.
One advantage of being on an island and out of contact with the rest of the world was that his coaches, teammates, agent, and the press couldn’t reach him. They’d left tons of messages on his cell, but Tyler ignored every one of them. He didn’t want to talk about football or his future. He didn’t want to speculate on whether Seattle’s finest would press charges. He couldn’t answer their questions because he didn’t have any answers himself. On the subject of the DUI, they’d believe what they wanted to believe, no matter what he said.
He struggled to come to terms with his future and his past. He needed more time to clear his head and figure things out.
So far, the only thing he’d figured out was that he wanted his sexy, sassy neighbor flat on her back on his mattress, or on her hands and knees, or bent over the back of a chair, or against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Pretty much anywhere as long as his cock got satisfaction.
Oh, fuck yeah, he wanted his neighbor. Bad. Really bad.
In his fantasies, he stripped Lavender bare and licked, sucked, nipped, and kissed his way around every curve and valley on her hot little body. He ravaged those full, sexy lips until they were swollen and quivering. Whisker burns reddened her cheeks. Her gorgeous tits begged for his mouth and his hands. Just for fun, he punished her ass with a well-deserved spanking. After which, her shapely legs spread wide for him. His hungry cock slid into her warm folds and found heaven on earth. Oh, yeah, then he fucked her senseless all night long. After which she dropped to her hands and knees and prayed to his dick, pleading for more. He gave it to her. Over and over again.
In his fantasies .
Unfortunately, his fantasies weren’t getting any closer to reality. So far, despite a few moments of weakness, she resisted him. Women never resisted him, not for long. How the hell did she fucking do it?
Just thinking about her hardened his cock to the point of physical pain.
“You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.” He shifted his weight, as if having difficulty finding a comfortable position.
“Don’t mess with me again. I don’t like it.”
“Really? Well, I don’t like being manipulated.”
“Would you have signed autographs if we’d asked outright?”
“Fuck, no.” Tyler dropped a buck into the cuss jar. “I don’t do this kind of shit. It’s bad for my asshole image. People don’t want to see me as a good guy, ruins their preconceived notions.”
“My point exactly.”
Tyler’s gaze slid down her body like a bold caress then sauntered back to her face. “I’m falling in dislike with you.”
“I’m already there. It’s nice to know we’re on the same page.”
“It’s not just a page, it’s a whole book.”
“Like you would know. Have you ever read an entire book?”
“Sweetheart, I can read your book just fine.”
Infuriated, Lavender turned away to tend to her other customers. She didn’t know how she’d surviv e two more months on the same island with this insufferable jerk. Even worse, how she’d keep him out of her bed.
Chapter 8
Goal-Line Stand
Over the next several days, Tyler gained a new understanding of island time. He still didn’t have television, phon e, or internet service. The roofers he’d hired to repair the leaking roof showed up for work around eleven, took a two-hour lunch, and left about two-thirty. The temperamental furnace worked when it wanted, and the serviceman he’d called seemed in no hurry to take a look at it. Fireplaces didn’t come close to keeping this mausoleum heated, even though he kept a fire lit in the den and master bedroom. At least the weather cooperated and hovered in the low fifties and high forties.
Even worse, he’d been reduced to chopping wood every morning to feed the hungry fireplaces. He hadn’t chopped wood since he’d been a kid. Funny how things came full circle.
One advantage of being on an island and out of contact with the rest of the world was that his coaches, teammates, agent, and the press couldn’t reach him. They’d left tons of messages on his cell, but Tyler ignored every one of them. He didn’t want to talk about football or his future. He didn’t want to speculate on whether Seattle’s finest would press charges. He couldn’t answer their questions because he didn’t have any answers himself. On the subject of the DUI, they’d believe what they wanted to believe, no matter what he said.
He struggled to come to terms with his future and his past. He needed more time to clear his head and figure things out.
So far, the only thing he’d figured out was that he wanted his sexy, sassy neighbor flat on her back on his mattress, or on her hands and knees, or bent over the back of a chair, or against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Pretty much anywhere as long as his cock got satisfaction.
Oh, fuck yeah, he wanted his neighbor. Bad. Really bad.
In his fantasies, he stripped Lavender bare and licked, sucked, nipped, and kissed his way around every curve and valley on her hot little body. He ravaged those full, sexy lips until they were swollen and quivering. Whisker burns reddened her cheeks. Her gorgeous tits begged for his mouth and his hands. Just for fun, he punished her ass with a well-deserved spanking. After which, her shapely legs spread wide for him. His hungry cock slid into her warm folds and found heaven on earth. Oh, yeah, then he fucked her senseless all night long. After which she dropped to her hands and knees and prayed to his dick, pleading for more. He gave it to her. Over and over again.
In his fantasies .
Unfortunately, his fantasies weren’t getting any closer to reality. So far, despite a few moments of weakness, she resisted him. Women never resisted him, not for long. How the hell did she fucking do it?
Just thinking about her hardened his cock to the point of physical pain.
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