Chapter 4
Definitions, please
Oliver
Sitting in my recliner, I idly spin my lariat over my head while trying to make sense of this nonsense werewolf story.
Shit, my shoulder is locked up today. I haven’t worked it enough over winter to keep it in shape.
I guess it’s perfect timing I’m heading to Oregon fairly soon to get these old bones moving again.
Then I read a sentence that has me stumped.
Kicking myself out of my app, I flip over to the private chat with RQ.
As often as she talks about having a brother who likes to play video games, I bet she picked her handle after some NASCAR simulation.
Or maybe she runs track and field? I managed to catch one conversation she had with another person about being in college.
I shouldn’t even be talking to a girl this young.
Nah, she thinks I’m eighty and is still in the chat.
Dirty pool acting like she wants to corrupt some elderly man.
TheBigO: WTF is a mating bond?
RacingQueen: Like really strong love. Can’t live without the other person. Literally.
TheBigO: That makes no sense.
RacingQueen: You’ve never been in love?
Have I?
Paige was a fuck that we tried to make work.
I sure as hell never thought I’d die without her.
But I was loyal. I never cheated on her and did my best to take care of everything.
Yet most days I could barely stand to be in the same house as her.
TheBigO: No.
RacingQueen: I’m sorry. Everyone should.
TheBigO: You have? Congrats.
I’m glad to hear that someone out there is genuinely happy.
RacingQueen: Well, no. That’s why I read about it. Guys are jerks. (No offense)
Ah, so she’s been burned.
Join the club, queenie.
Tossing my rope down, I stand up to stretch. I got some groceries, but now I have to decide what I’m actually going to eat.
Wait, I know I have some in here…
There they are.
Mozzarella sticks. These aren’t as good as the ones up at the bar. Yet, I don’t have to leave to eat them.
I’m not going to wait on pre-heating the oven either, I just dump them on a cookie sheet and toss them in.
No one’s here to say I can’t.
I might have enough time to squeeze in another chapter while they cook.
Holy shit.
That took a heated turn. I had no clue that these romance books could be so graphic.
All this talk about wet pussy makes my nuts tingle.
Is he really as big around as a soda can?
I glance at my beer, then pull out my sweats to appraise my own half-hard cock.
Geez. That sounds painful for the woman in the story.
In comparison I’m a needle dick mosquito fucker and here I thought I wasn’t too bad off.
Snorting at my own joke, I check my food.
Not done yet.
Damn, thrusting in every paragraph.
Hold on.
TheBigO: What the hell is a knot?
I don’t wait for a reply, almost regretting the text.
But it’s her damn novel recommendation. She knows what’s in it.
I’m betting she did this to try and get some sort of rise out of me.
Well, it worked.
My pants tent over my stiff length while I keep reading.
Oh. It’s like a damn dog’s.
Gross.
But the buildup, the lust pouring off the page, it makes me leak at the thought of ramming into someone like the guy is pounding into the girl in the book.
When was the last time I had sex?
Months?
Maybe a year or more now?
A shiver runs through me. How many times did Paige come home after screwing someone else to climb into our bed?
I’m glad I had a full blood panel drawn after I found out she was cheating on me.
Who knows what kind of cooties she could have brought back?
The only saving grace to all of that shit is that we always used a condom.
My idea, not hers.
After the pregnancy scare that she used to trap me, I didn’t want it to happen.
I wasn’t ready.
But the dude in this book sure wants a baby.
Hold that cum in there and give me a litter.
A high pitched beeping startles me from the page.
Shit.
Smoke alarm.
Guess my cheese sticks are done.
RacingQueen: It’s part of the mating bond. Now they’re permanently tied.
TheBigO: By puppies?
RacingQueen: It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?
I blink down at my phone. What part, exactly, is she talking about?
In what universe?
TheBigO: It doesn’t sound like they had a choice.
RacingQueen: How far did you make it?
TheBigO: Thrusting.
I chuckle as I pull out my blackened snack.
They aren’t quite burned all the way, I can still find a few bits that are edible.
RacingQueen: That’s like the whole book.
Her little eyeroll emoji screams sarcasm.
I wonder if she’s like that in person? I’m kinda starting to get a kick out of her.
TheBigO: Ah, so is that your favorite part? You secretly want a fated mate so you can have babies?
Wow, I know I went too far with that one.
Serves me right that I scorch the fuck out of my tongue on that bit of gooey cheese.
Washing it down with the last of my lukewarm Coors, I toss out the wasted remaining food and empty can.
RacingQueen: Takes out the guesswork. Skips past the dating and awkward conversations and goes straight into just being a couple. A family.
Damn.
Did I get a little insight into her private dreams?
I guess I can understand that part.
It’s a big reason I have no interest in trying to meet someone. All those steps leading to a relationship are tedious, if they even work.
But I’m jaded.
Paige made everything tedious. I don’t even know what it would be like to have someone who I genuinely enjoyed.
I’ve known a few people who found happiness, so I know it isn’t all fiction.
One day, maybe.
In the meantime, I need to jump in the shower and beat down this hard-on or I’ll never get any sleep.
This mystery girl is certainly making my head spin. I expected smut, yet I’m learning more about her than I think she realizes.
Yea, RQ, I want to be in a relationship too. With someone who wants me.
No one else.