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  After dropping Jules off at his house, I headed back to my own to check out the damages. It was fucking trashed. I just had a small, one bedroom cabin out in the middle of nowhere. It was nothing special, but I didn’t need much. Since I had no plans of ever getting married or having kids, I never cared about the size of my house. But now that I was bringing Lindsey home with me, I was wondering where the hell I was going to have her stay. Which stopped me dead in my tracks. “What? What’s wrong?” Lindsey asked from behind me. “Uh…there’s one slight problem.” “Is your house ruined?” “Well, sort of, but that’s not the problem. I only have one bedroom.” When I turned around to look at her, she had a stupefied look on her face and was just staring at me. “Could you repeat that?” “I only have one bedroom.” She continued to stare at me, but the more time passed, the more anger took over her features. “Then why the hell did you tell me I could come stay with you?” “I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time. I just felt bad and then every place you went, people treated you like shit. What was I supposed to do?” “You could have at least told me. You’re going to have to take me into town to get a hotel room.” I groaned as I threw back my head. “I’ve been driving all fucking day. I want to go to sleep and it’s too fucking late to check you into a hotel. You can just share the bed with me.” She laughed at me. “Do you honestly think I’m going to get into a bed with you? How do I know it’s even sanitary? There’s probably woman cooties everywhere.” “Woman cooties?” Did this woman really think so little of me? Now that I thought back, I couldn’t really remember the last time that I had washed my sheets, but I tried to do it on a regular basis. Sometimes that meant once a month, but that was still regular. “You probably have a different woman in your bed every night, so it wouldn’t surprise me if there are venereal diseases floating all around this house.” “I’m pretty sure that you can’t just catch a venereal disease like you would a cold.” She glared at me and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” “Fine,” I muttered as I turned on the living room light. We both stared at the couch. I was pretty sure she wasn’t going to want to sleep on it now that it was shot full of bullets and had stuffing pouring out of it. “I guess the floor will work too. Do you have extra blankets? Preferably clean.” Why had I invited her here to stay with me? I must have been fucking crazy to think that I could stand this woman. “I’ll grab some blankets and you can sleep on the bed. I’ll take the floor.” “No, it’s your house and I won’t kick you out of your bed.” “Well, I’m a man and I’m not letting you sleep on the floor,” I growled. “Bullshit. Don’t give me that man crap. I’m just as capable of sleeping on the floor as you. Just give me the damn blankets so I can go to sleep.” I stormed out of the room and pulled open the closet door in the hall where I kept the spare items. I had no idea how long it had been since any of this had been washed or used for that matter. I pulled out a few blankets and took them to the bedroom where I spread them out on the floor. It would be uncomfortable as fuck seeing as though my floors were hardwood, but she asked for it. I glanced at the walls that had holes all over them. It was going to get cold tonight, but I had a comforter. I yanked off my jeans and threw them in the corner, along with the rest of my clothes. I slept naked and if she didn’t like it, that was tough shit. I wasn’t going to change just because she was here. “Really? You can’t keep on some underwear or something?” I turned around and let her get a good look at me completely naked. Her eyes drifted down my body until they landed on my cock. I watched her swallow hard and shift uncomfortably. “My eyes are up here, princess.” “I know,” but her eyes stayed on my cock, which was now getting harder by the second. It’s not that I wanted to fuck her. She made me so mad that I actually thought about killing her, but having a woman stare at me like that did something to me. Something like a very hard, painful cock that wouldn’t be going down anytime soon. “If you keep staring at it, it’s just gonna get bigger.” “It’s not that I want to be looking at it,” she said, still staring. “But it’s there,” she gestured. “And it’s fucking huge. It’s like a bad accident that you can’t look away from.” “I would describe it as an anomaly you couldn’t look away from. A bad accident makes it sound like it’s bent and crooked.” Slowly, her eyes pulled away from my groin and trailed back up my chest. I watched her breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. She blinked once and then turned around. “I’m going to bed.” I smirked and climbed in my own bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep with my cock begging to be yanked. I needed a release and I doubted if I asked her to help me out, she’d agree. I was just about to get up and go to the bathroom when I decided that I wasn’t going to be pushed out of my own bed. I needed relief and this was where I got off. If she didn’t want to hear it, she could leave. Sliding my hand down beneath the sheets, I grabbed onto my raging cock and gave a good yank, groaning as pre-cum slid into my hand. I imagined Lindsey’s eyes on my cock, staring at me, begging to suck me off. I could picture her down on her knees, flinging her hair over one shoulder as she took my length all the way into the back of her throat. I could feel her small mouth sucking my cock in deeper and deeper as I pumped my dick in my hand. I was so close. I could feel it in my balls already. I was ready to explode. “Are you jacking off?” Lindsey asked as she sat up, glaring over at the bed. I raised an eyebrow at her that she probably couldn’t see. “I haven’t come yet if you want to join in.” “You pig,” she huffed as she laid back down. Maybe she thought that would deter me, but it actually turned me on. Fuck, I wanted that mouth right now. If I wasn’t such a gentleman, I would go over there and shove my cock in her mouth, making her suck every last drop of cum. She would choke on it. “Holy fuck,” I mumbled as I came in my hand, long strands of cum, shooting out onto my stomach. That was fucking intense. I had never thought that jerking myself off could be so good. Especially not since I was fifteen and discovered how good the actual thing was. I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as my heart slowed. I grabbed for a towel on the ground and wiped off the cum on my chest before throwing it into the corner of the room and rolling over and going to sleep.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Lindsey

  WHAT THE FUCK? Seriously. Who does that kind of shit? He just jacked off with me in the same room as him. I didn’t even know him more than his first name and he whipped it out and came with me just feet from him? And more importantly than that, I didn’t even get to come. Which I should be able to if a man is in the same room as me, spilling his jizz all over himself. I wouldn’t have minded watching, but that would have only spurred him on. I didn’t need to deal with his cocky attitude. I tossed and turned all night, trying to get comfortable on the hard floor, but it was impossible. My spine felt like it was digging into the floor and by the time the sun came up, I wasn’t sure I got more than an hour of sleep. I moved to get up, but something pulled tight in my back and had me screeching in pain. “What? What’s going on?” Ice said grumpily as he sat up in bed rubbing his eyes. I whimpered in pain as I slowly lowered myself back to the floor. Staring up at the ceiling, I took in deep breaths until I could feel the tension leaching out of my back. Ice’s blonde hair and striking blue eyes appeared above my face. His chiseled jaw clenching in what looked like anger. “Is there a reason you woke me up with that squawking?” he grumbled. “Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep. My back hurts and I can’t get up.” “Shouldn’t have slept on the floor,” he said as he stepped over me and headed for the bathroom, bare ass naked. I would have watched, but my neck wouldn’t follow in that direction. He didn’t even shut the door as he pissed into the toilet. I could hear every drop hitting the water and the undeniable sound of scratching. I rolled my eyes, wondering what could possibly possess me to come stay with this man. He was a freaking mess if I ever saw one. Walking back into the room, he stood by my feet staring down at me. “Would you mind putting some pants on?” I snapped. “Does it bother you?” “Yes.” “Then no, I won�
��t put pants on.” “What did I ever do to you?” I asked. “Well, you have an attitude that pisses me off.” “You mean I didn’t fall for your charms,” I snarled. “And you don’t try to compromise at all.” “Because I don’t agree with being kidnapped?” “And you could be a little more grateful that I didn’t leave you with those savages you call fellow townsfolk.” “After you got my place burnt down.” He shrugged. “Like I said, you have an attitude. Now, would you like my help?” “Only if you put pants on.” He knelt down so one knee was on the ground and his elbow rested on the other, giving me a great view of all his assets. “You know, most women would like seeing a man walk around naked. At least, one that had my body.” “I would assume then that the only women you know don’t have a brain.” He smirked as he stood. “Fine. Lay here all day for all I care. I’m going to get some breakfast.” He walked away, leaving me alone on the floor, in pain and unable to move. After fifteen minutes of lying on the floor and deciding that I wouldn’t ask him for help, my bladder was begging for release. I rolled slightly to the side, wincing in pain and trying my best not to cry. I was able to slowly get to my knees and then to my feet after gripping onto the doorknob for leverage. With very slow steps, I was finally able to make it into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet, only realizing once I was there that I hadn’t shut the door behind me. There was no way I was getting up without peeing. I had barely been able to hold it as long as I had. Letting out a pitying cry, I slowly let myself go, tinkling little by little, hoping that he didn’t hear and come over here. Everything was fine until I stood and realized that I couldn’t reach down to pull up my underwear and pants. I tried, but every time I bent over, my back screamed in pain. Shit. This was so bad. I tried crouching down to pull them back up, but that didn’t work either. Knowing that I was going to have to ask for help, I reached forward and grabbed the towel off the towel bar across from the toilet and held it in front of me, hoping that it was somewhat clean. “John?” He peeked around the door with a grin, letting me know that he had been there the whole time. “You need something?” I flushed bright red and tried my best not to scream at him. I needed his help. “I need some help.” “With what exactly? I know you already went to the bathroom. I could hear you pissing all the way in the other room. You should shut the door next time.” “Can you not mock me for all of two seconds and help me?” “What do you need, sweet cheeks?” “I need you to pull up my underwear,” I mumbled. “What’s that?” I mumbled it again, hoping I wouldn’t actually have to say it to loud. “Sorry, I missed that again.” “I need you to pull up my underwear!” He grinned what had to be the sexiest smile I had ever seen, and had I not already been pissed at him, I might have found him charming. He walked into the bathroom and knelt down in front of me, running his hands behind the towel and down the front of my legs. “Someone needs to shave. Getting a little prickly, aren’t you?” “It’s not exactly like I’ve had my things with me for the last week,” I snapped, even though I was thoroughly embarrassed that he was seeing me like this. If he saw my hoo hoo, he would think I lived in the jungle. I tried to ignore the feel of his rough fingers against my skin, but when they slipped inside the waistband of my panties and started gliding them up my legs, I couldn’t help the moisture that started to pool between my legs. It had been a long time and as much of an ass as he was, he was freaking gorgeous. My body couldn’t tell the difference between gorgeous assholes and gorgeous good guys. When he pulled my pants up, my breath hitched when his thumbs made lazy circles on my hips. What was he doing? I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I slowly looked down, seeing his gaze locked on my face. I almost thought that he wanted me as much as I wanted him in that moment, but then he raised an eyebrow at me and opened his mouth. “I think you need to make an appointment to be waxed. No man could find your cunt if he was searching with a microscope.” He slapped my ass and then walked out of the bathroom, leaving me seething and in pain. I hated that fucking bastard. I walked slowly into the kitchen and saw Ice sitting at the table eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. “You know, that’s not a very healthy breakfast.” “Did I ask your opinion?” “How do you stay so fit if you eat crap like that?” “Easy. I work out.” I opened the fridge and saw there was hardly anything in the house. His fridge was practically empty and as I rummaged through cabinets, I saw there really wasn’t much to eat. I grabbed a package of crackers and scarfed them down, knowing they would only satisfy me for a little while. “I’m going into town in a little bit to get some stuff to repair the house. If you need anything, get your ass ready in fifteen.” I finished my crackers and went to the bedroom, thinking I could get in a quick shower before we left, but Ice took up all the time in the bathroom. I sat on the bed, thinking I might be able to jump in really quick, but he was taking forever. When he finally opened the door and walked out fully dressed, he looked me up and down and snarled. “I’m leaving.” My hair was a mess. I hadn’t brushed my teeth in God knows how long. I smelled. My back was stiff and I was stuck here with this asshole. I wanted to break down in tears, but I wouldn’t let myself. I marched to the front door as quickly as I could and followed him outside. He didn’t bother to help me get into his monster truck, so I struggled to climb in, my back protesting the whole time. “What do you need?” he asked as we pulled out of his driveway. “Basics. Some clothes, toothbrush, hair supplies-” “Shaving kit,” he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind getting some food too so that we can actually eat real food. How do you not have food in your house?” He shrugged. “I work a lot. I eat out because I don’t like cooking. It takes too long.” “Do you know how much money you waste by eating out all the time?” “Do you know how much time I save by not having to cook my own meals? Besides, I tried it once. It didn’t turn out so great.” “Do you have a Target or Walmart in town?” “Just got a Target.” “Just take me there and I’ll get what I need from there. I’ll pay you back when I get the insurance money.” “Don’t worry about it.” I looked over trying to get a feel for his mood, but it was impossible. He was just like his nickname described, Ice cold. I knew he had a charming side to him, but lately all I saw was his angry side. I wanted to suggest that I just go stay at a hotel, but I didn’t have money for it and I didn’t want to make someone else pay for a hotel room on top of all the other things I needed. I was going to need to find a job so I could pay for a few things. I was just so pissed because I had a job. I had a business and it all went up in smoke. Literally. Now I was homeless, jobless, and manless. Not that I needed a man, but right now I’d take any man over the one I was stuck with. He pulled into the parking lot and dropped me off at the front of the store, handing me his credit card silently. “Umm, aren’t you coming in?” “Nope.” “But, you can’t just hand me your credit card.” “Got shit to do.” “Aren’t you worried that I’m going to blow all your money?” He shrugged, “It’s not like I don’t know where you are. You buy too much shit and I’ll make sure you pay back every fucking dime.” I just couldn’t figure him out. Was he being nice or an ass? I climbed out of the truck and walked into the store, heading to the women’s department first. I only picked out a few of everything. I could do laundry and I didn’t want to rack up a huge bill. Next, I hit the health and beauty department, getting everything I would need from a hairdryer to toothpaste. I didn’t know what he had, but I didn’t want to take the chance and not pick up something, only to have to come back into town. While I was at it, I also picked up some cleaning supplies and laundry detergent. He didn’t look like the type of guy that really cared all that much about his house. Picking up groceries was a lot harder. He was out of pretty much everything, which meant that the cart was overflowing with food. I cringed when I saw the bill, but swiped the card and hoped that it worked. I was relieved when it went through without any issues. I realized as I pushed the cart outside that I didn’t have a phone or Ice’s number to call him and let him know I was done. When would he be back? It was cold outside, so I stood in the entryway, hoping I would see his t
ruck. It was about forty-five minutes later that he finally showed up and parked in front of the store. I pushed the cart out and unloaded everything into the truck. By myself. The asshole didn’t even acknowledge that I was doing everything on my own while my back was hurting. “Thanks for the help,” I snarled as I got into the passenger seat. “You’re welcome,” he chirped as he held out his hand. I slammed the credit card in his hand. “I was referring to the fact that you stayed in the truck while I loaded all the stuff, knowing that my back is killing me.” “You should have said something. I’m not a mind reader, you know.” I glared at him, but he just smiled back at me. When we pulled in the driveway, he turned to me with a smile. “Would you like some help bringing everything in?” “Yes, thank you,” I smiled sweetly as I tried not to bare my teeth and snap at his neck. He grabbed the bags of clothes and left the groceries for me. Of course he did, the asshole. I struggled to carry everything inside and then started putting stuff away while Ice disappeared. I was exhausted and I could barely stand, but I needed something to eat before I passed out. I made a sandwich and was just sitting down to eat when Ice finally reappeared. “I’m heading out for a while. I need to check in with the guys back at the office.” He didn’t say anything else as he walked out the door and I seriously wondered what the hell I had just gotten myself into.