Chapter 77
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“When will you be back p>
Silence, some ruffling in the background and finally, her voice was back. High pitched and pleading. “Can you please wait till evening when I return p>
Cheryl was about to protest when Vanessa cut in again. “My dad is home. He will make you comfortable. Please, just wait till evening. ”
With a sigh, she agreed. “Fine p>
Again, she spent the day at the Carter’s chatting with George but only for a while. She couldn’t focus knowing he was just within her reach. Maybe she’s being delusional. The man is a handsome, wealthy and older man with knacks for older women. He wouldn’t even spare her a glance.
But he had called her beautiful. Should that mean that she had a chance if George saw her as beautiful?
When the sun was already setting, hiding behind the draping night sky, Cheryl began to feel unsettled. Vanessa said she would be home by evening but it’s nighttime and she hadn’t returned.
Just then, her phone pinged, indicating a text notification. “Sorry, babe. An emergency came up with my boyfriend and now I have to spend the night with him in the ER. Will call you later in the morning. Bye p>
Cheryl tried her best to stay calm and not lash out. There is no way she stayed in the house another whole day for nothing.
She grabbed her handbag and began to pack her things. In a few seconds, she was ready to leave. But as soon as she got to the door, the wind almost knocked out her breath.
It indicated something. Certainly, a storm was approaching and she wouldn’t make it past five minutes on the road before it would begin to rain. Her house was three hours away.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, she decided to thug it out but someone was faster, slamming back the door before she could take a step outside.
“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I can’t let you go out there in that rain. I’m afraid the wind might knock you out and you can get sick. I don’t want that p>
There was nothing she could do except walk out in the rain or worse, stay another night. As she sat in the kitchen having dinner that was again made by George, she couldn’t help staring.
He had gone outside in the rain to take care of the pool to avoid flooding and when he came back inside, he was shirtless.
Cheryl ogled at his body, properly having a look at his chest, decorated with beautiful tattoo. She yearned to place her hands on his chest and listen to his heart beat. Or better still, have him wrap his arms around her in the cold weather and warm her up. As if on cue, she absentmindedly quivered, catching the attention of George.
“You need to hurry up, dear. I’ll make sure the fire in your room is still burning. You’re cold p>
He came closer to inspect her and indeed saw that goosebumps had pebbled on her skin. He ran the back of his hand over her bare arm, sending an internal shudder running through her spine. She could feel his warmth now.
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Not as much as she needed but enough. Enough to want to touch him, to want to snuggle up against him and when she looked up at him, she could see how he looked at her.
Not with concern or the kind of care she expected to see. But with deep, dark desire. It was so sudden and short that she looked away in surprise, excitement making heat travel between her legs and up her core. He could kiss her now and she would have no problem with it. He could trail his hands between her legs and see how wet the was and she would only spread her legs for more access. She was that desperate for his touch.
Instead, George walked away saying something about having a shower before preparing a fireplace for her.
Cheryl tried her best to take away all inappropriate thoughts by watching a movie but the romance in the TV only made things worse. She wanted to be kissed and touched by George the way the characters were doing the same. She clenched her thighs praying for it to be over but it wasn’t.
So she summoned courage and hoped against hope that she wasn’t doing something inherently stupid.
She was now dressed in one of Vanessa’s sleeping robe that she wrapped around herself with nothing underneath. Without knocking, she opened the door and stepped inside, stopping short with all manner of confidence thrown out the window.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry.” Cheryl apologised, instantly turning red as she watched George try to cover himself.
It would be an understatement to say she wasn’t amazed when she looked downwards, her boldness taking charge once again. He was beyond huge and she needed no soothsayer to tell her he was hard as a rock with his member stretched straight and long.
She had seen many dicks and his was unarguably the biggest she had ever seen. He should be at least eight inches. Yes, a solid eight by her calculations. And his girth? It made her swallow hard, hungry and even more desperate to see if she could take him in.
“ Why are you here?” His voice was soft, deep and low. As if he knew what she wanted.
He began to approach her without clothing, letting his dick lead him while Cheryl just clung to the wall, wide eyed and red in the face with shame of being caught staring at her friend father’s cock.
“III’m so sorry. I just…I wanted p>
But George had now gotten so close there was no space between them. He placed his arm above her head so he was leaning over her, pinning her between the wall and his body. Then she took a good look at his tattoos.
Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.
As her gaze drifted lower, she caught sight of another tattoo wrapping around his bicep, barbed vines twisting along his muscle, their jagged edges contrasting with the smooth flex of his skin. It was both dangerous and captivating, like him. When he moved, the ink seemed to shift, his body bringing the art to life.
Cheryl swallowed, her pulse quickening She ached to study with her hands, her lips. Most of all, she could feel his erection against her stomach.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.