Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
11
JAGGER
It’s been a week since my eyes have landed on the woman who has my cock in a constant state of hardness, and I’m surprised new callouses haven’t formed. I wake up every morning with my hand wrapped around my length, unable to even get out of bed to start my day until I get off. Lyric is at the forefront of my mind each and every day. So much so that I found myself shooting her a text and calling her when I’d leave the office to head to a project. She’d answer, sometimes with a happy tilt to her voice, sometimes she’d be sad, trying to brush it off and telling me it’s because she’d written in her journal. I’ve learned that she’s struggling with her newfound freedom from taking care of everyone else except herself. That socked me in the gut and had me making a call to my mother. If anyone can help someone wade through the storm, it’s her.
I also got to hear her breathless yet again, though it was nothing like the time she was getting herself off while on the phone with me. I’m still unsure of how Lyric started it, but I know it was me who helped her finish it. I’ve never gotten off the phone so fast before. Had I been home, my jeans would have been undone, cock out, and I would have been coming right along with her. As it is, I’ve had to reserve that for the comfort of my home. Which I’ve done, every damn time I take a shower.
At least today, I’ll get to see the woman who has my dick in knots in the flesh. My schedule has been a shit show between working in the office and going around to projects we’ve been trying to wrap up. Some are so far behind it’s making my head spin, and Joss is ready to spit nails, bust elbows, and more than likely walk out. I’ve had to do some fast thinking, promise her a paid vacation and lunch on me a few times a month. Needless to say, the permits we were waiting on with the commercial side of Jagged Edge Construction, whatever Joss did lit a fire under their asses, and now we’ve got all hands on deck. That also meant not being able to see Lyric like I wanted. I’d work at the office, go around to all the sites, and then finish my day at Lyric’s house. The crew would be long gone when I’d get there; I’d go over what they did for the day and then worked on what I could. A lot has been taken care of, including the two rooms I’d promised Lyric, the air conditioning is installed, and the drywall is taken care of throughout the entire house, taped and mudded. The sanding wrapped up yesterday, and come Monday, they’ll start on painting the walls and ceilings. The hold-up will be the kitchen cabinets; ordering and installing them is the six-week lead time. There’s still plenty left to do, like flooring, trim work, and putting up light fixtures.
I pull up to Lyric’s house, noting her Tahoe is already in the driveway, and she’s got the front door open as well as the hatch to her SUV. She’d asked me earlier this week if someone would be at the house to help her with a few things she ordered. Apparently, the furniture company gave her a drop-off window of all day. She also had a few boxes delivered this week, and while my crew placed them inside, I already knew how heavy they were when my project manager called me to talk about what they finished yesterday. He said that shit was heavier than hell and no way he’d let his wife even attempt to push it to a different area in the house. I’ve got a distinct feeling Lyric has a penchant for heavy shit, which means the probability of the boxes she’ll be unloading today will be too damn much for her to carry.
I climb out of my truck after going through the motions of putting it in Park, unbuckling my seatbelt, and turning off the engine.
“Hey,” Lyric says with a finger wave. I watch as she walks out of the house in another summer dress, this one light blue with white flowers, tank top style, tight in the chest and waist before flaring out. The last thing I thought I’d be doing today is contending with my cock being so hard it’s trying to burst the zipper open. Sure, a semi is still noticeable, but nothing like I am right now. My eyes will be glued to her ass and tits. The thought of her bending over and giving me a view from behind or the front is going to have me ready to come unglued.