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because I said ¡°carry on¡±. Fuck, figured she¡¯d just ran up the stairs or something, but
when I heard that unfocused small talk and raspy breaths¡ Jesus.
Samantha was some kind of sex kitten, purring for me over the phone at my
command. No warm-blooded man would be able to refuse such a delectable sound¡
Besides, it would be rude not to help her finish. I interrupted her, after all.
Conveniently, the Tavern was closed because Evelyn caught a cold and didn¡¯t want to
bother finding a replacement bartender. With the stars aligned in my favor, I kicked off
the stand to my Goldwing and cruised to Samantha¡¯s house.
When I pulled up, the sun was almost completely set but the air was still dry and hot. I
was relieved that she mentioned her dad wasn¡¯t home, too old to deal with the awkward
introduction bullshit. But by taking a minute to check out the house, I could see that he
was a very straight and narrow, though hardworking, man. Each blade of grass was as
bright green and mowed to the same length as the next. Over the years I had to work a lot
of landscaping jobs and figured he must have been in the trade. It took dedication to keep
a lawn that nice. Dedication and a lot of water¡ªhis water bill must have been through the
roof, keeping a yard that nice in the Mascid heat.
Throughout my life, all the lawns I grew up around verged on death. When survival is
your only goal for the day, you don¡¯t have time to mow the grass. Just by a quick glance
outside her house, I could tell a single story from my childhood might scare her away.
When Samantha opened the door, I was glad she was too busy checking me out to
notice my jaw drop at the sight of her body. I expected her to have a good body
underneath the scrubs but, fuck. My pants were feeling tight as my eyes lingered on the
red lace tracing her porcelain tits. They were way bigger than I expected, a full handful
each, and they were pushed up so high in that skimpy little top. The polka dots made her
look so sexy and cute¡ªlike a country girl or something.
¡°You¡¯re looking at it,¡± I told her when she asked me where my vehicle was, and I
laughed when her eyes doubled in size.
¡°See why you needed pants?¡± I said and she snapped her neck toward me.
¡°I¡ I can¡¯t go on there!¡± she said, taking a step backward and I laughed.
All the women I usually slept with already had experience on the bike. If not, they
