setup was nice just the same.
I thought of relieving Jackson of his bottle but coffee sounded better than bourbon at the moment so I just let him be and headed to my room. I’d almost forgotten about the girls who’d hijacked my bed but there they were, naked and entwined in the middle of my mattress. The blonde stirred, opened one eye and smiled at me invitingly as she opened her long legs. It was a nice view and immediately my dick started begging me to do something exciting but instead I jumped into the bathroom, locked the door and took out my frustrations on myself in a cold shower.
When I was done with that chore and had moved on to soaping up my chest I thought about all the empty, latex-wrapped fucks I’d ever had. Every thrust had been hollow and mindless, just satisfaction of a carnal need.
The girls were both awake now and horny. I tried not to listen to the noise they were making as I ransacked the dresser for some clean clothes.
“There you are,” one of them purred as she paused in her straddled position, tossed her long hair over one shoulder and looked me up and down.
Her friend shifted underneath her and the sight of all that skin and all the promises it came with was enough to get me hard again.
“Come here, Con,” the girl on the bottom said and then moaned as manicured hands cupped her pert tits.
I paused with my jeans around my hips, considering. I couldn’t have remembered their damn names with a gun to my head. It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be difficult to get in the middle of that and pass a fun hour or two. I’d done nastier shit before. Kilt would be down there at Pancake Palace grumbling through his red beard but I could toss him a bag of hamburgers later to make up for it.
I zipped up my fly before I could change my mind.
No, I’d been better lately.
I wasn’t going to backpedal by diving into another worthless escapade. Instead I was going to walk across the street and have breakfast with my friend.
“Sorry,” I tersely said, “I’ve got an appointment to keep. Feel free to use the room as long as you want.”
They looked at me like I was speaking in tongues.
I hastily grabbed shoes, pocketed my wallet and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t worried about them stealing anything because I didn’t keep much around to take. I’d filled safety deposit boxes at two different banks and excess cash was kept in a fireproof safe that was bolted to the wall. Besides, I knew my own reputation. Stealing from Conway Gentry wasn’t a risk for the faint of heart.
My stomach grumbled as I jogged down the stairs and out to the street. The sun was shining like it did three hundred plus days a year in this part of the world. It all but vanquished the early morning gloom I’d felt as I sat on the roof and brooded over loss, regret and terrible fairy tales.
As for the guy in the story, the one who’d braved the underworld to find his girl only to lose her again because of one careless second?
I thought about it for a minute and then remembered what happened to him.
He eventually lost his mind and was ripped to pieces by a traveling pack of warrior women. I hoped for his sake it was quick. He’d sure as hell suffered enough already.
CHAPTER TWO
ROSLYN
She was young, likely only a year or two older than me, but her eyes told a difficult story. Her limp dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her clothes looked like they were meant for someone else, someone shorter and heavier.
Yet she broke into a relieved smile that showed how pretty she could be and she nodded eagerly as I explained the rules.
“Average stay here is six months but there is no pressure to move on,” I said. “Our goal here at Homestead is to keep families together and assist them in becoming self sufficient. Overnight guests who are not on the original family registry are not permitted as we need to
I thought of relieving Jackson of his bottle but coffee sounded better than bourbon at the moment so I just let him be and headed to my room. I’d almost forgotten about the girls who’d hijacked my bed but there they were, naked and entwined in the middle of my mattress. The blonde stirred, opened one eye and smiled at me invitingly as she opened her long legs. It was a nice view and immediately my dick started begging me to do something exciting but instead I jumped into the bathroom, locked the door and took out my frustrations on myself in a cold shower.
When I was done with that chore and had moved on to soaping up my chest I thought about all the empty, latex-wrapped fucks I’d ever had. Every thrust had been hollow and mindless, just satisfaction of a carnal need.
The girls were both awake now and horny. I tried not to listen to the noise they were making as I ransacked the dresser for some clean clothes.
“There you are,” one of them purred as she paused in her straddled position, tossed her long hair over one shoulder and looked me up and down.
Her friend shifted underneath her and the sight of all that skin and all the promises it came with was enough to get me hard again.
“Come here, Con,” the girl on the bottom said and then moaned as manicured hands cupped her pert tits.
I paused with my jeans around my hips, considering. I couldn’t have remembered their damn names with a gun to my head. It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be difficult to get in the middle of that and pass a fun hour or two. I’d done nastier shit before. Kilt would be down there at Pancake Palace grumbling through his red beard but I could toss him a bag of hamburgers later to make up for it.
I zipped up my fly before I could change my mind.
No, I’d been better lately.
I wasn’t going to backpedal by diving into another worthless escapade. Instead I was going to walk across the street and have breakfast with my friend.
“Sorry,” I tersely said, “I’ve got an appointment to keep. Feel free to use the room as long as you want.”
They looked at me like I was speaking in tongues.
I hastily grabbed shoes, pocketed my wallet and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t worried about them stealing anything because I didn’t keep much around to take. I’d filled safety deposit boxes at two different banks and excess cash was kept in a fireproof safe that was bolted to the wall. Besides, I knew my own reputation. Stealing from Conway Gentry wasn’t a risk for the faint of heart.
My stomach grumbled as I jogged down the stairs and out to the street. The sun was shining like it did three hundred plus days a year in this part of the world. It all but vanquished the early morning gloom I’d felt as I sat on the roof and brooded over loss, regret and terrible fairy tales.
As for the guy in the story, the one who’d braved the underworld to find his girl only to lose her again because of one careless second?
I thought about it for a minute and then remembered what happened to him.
He eventually lost his mind and was ripped to pieces by a traveling pack of warrior women. I hoped for his sake it was quick. He’d sure as hell suffered enough already.
CHAPTER TWO
ROSLYN
She was young, likely only a year or two older than me, but her eyes told a difficult story. Her limp dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her clothes looked like they were meant for someone else, someone shorter and heavier.
Yet she broke into a relieved smile that showed how pretty she could be and she nodded eagerly as I explained the rules.
“Average stay here is six months but there is no pressure to move on,” I said. “Our goal here at Homestead is to keep families together and assist them in becoming self sufficient. Overnight guests who are not on the original family registry are not permitted as we need to
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