Author: R.K. Lilley
Release Date: May 21, 2014
Genre: Erotic Romance
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ARE YOU READY TO TAKE A WALK?
Alasdair Masters is in a rut. He just hit forty, has been nearly celibate for the past year, and his life has turned into a daily sequence of lonely patterns that revolve around avoiding human contact.
His tidy life is turned on its head when a hot young blonde at the gym that’s been pseudo-stalking him decides to rock his world. A very young blonde. Way, way too young for him. The problem is, he can’t seem to tell her no, and she just keeps coming back for more.
It doesn’t help that he’s ninety percent sure she’s a criminal, and still, he can’t seem to turn her down. What is a dull introvert to do when a chaotic cyclone that oozes sexuality comes twisting into his life?
At first, he thinks she’ll give him a heart attack, but after his twenty-year marriage ended a year ago, he’s been a little lost, and when she comes crashing into his life, he realizes that he’s never felt more alive.
Is a walk on the wild side just what he needs to get his on track or a disaster in the making? Is it possible for someone that much younger to be just what he needs, or is she a fortune hunter, as everyone keeps telling him? Is it his hormones telling him that the mysterious younger woman is the one, or could it be more?
She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.
“I bet you have some super special after workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.
She got right up in my personal space, her breasts just inches from my face.
I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading. She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.
“Admit it. You do, don’t you?”
My mouth twisted wryly. She even had a good personality. She was a sweet little thing. She didn’t need to be. She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone. “I have a little something I make.”
“It’s a drink, isn’t it? I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”
I coughed out a laugh. “You aren’t wrong. I’m pretty predictable, huh?”
She winked at me. Fucking winked. It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her. “You’re a mystery to me. I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”
“Now why would you do that? I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”
She shook her head, her eyes soft. “Not at all. You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”
I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.
I politely excused myself and hit the showers. I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained. I’d be home soon enough.
I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening breasts with my towel.
Well, I guess she’ll be keeping that, I thought, giving it one last longing look before I turned on my heel and headed out.
I nearly let the door swing shut on her before I realized that she’d followed me, still in her workout gear, duffle bag in tow. I held the door wide for her, a little worried at her beaming smile.
“You shower at home?” I asked, then wanted to take it back. I did not need a visual of her showering.
“Yeah, usually. Here.” She draped the used towel over my shoulder.
My mind went really filthy with the things I’d be doing with it later.
“Thanks for that. You just headed home now?”
I nodded, looking over at the parking lot, back at the gym, anywhere but at the too young girl that was too much trouble for my peace of mind.
“Have a good one,” I murmured and walked away.
“Wait,” she called out from behind me when I was halfway through the parking lot.
I stopped. She was just a few feet behind. Either she was following me, or she was walking somewhere. My pearl white model S Tesla was the only car parked this far back.
I turned to her, and she was smiling at me, of course.
“Do you mind giving me a ride?”
I took a few deep, steadying breaths, wondering what to do.
Of course I needed to give her a ride. If the poor girl needed to walk somewhere, she could hardly do it dressed like that. She’d get abducted, for sure.
I wasn’t positive that I wouldn’t abduct her myself.
“Sure, honey. Where you need to go?”
She pointed at my car, her eyes widening. “Is that your ride? It’s brilliant. Wow. A Tesla. Just beautiful.”
I smiled, impressed that she knew what it was, and waved her on.
I loved my car, and I got a real kick out of her excited reaction to it. She was good at making me smile.
“I’ve never been in one of these before.”
“I just got this one about eight months ago.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. I’m happy with it.”
“Whoa. You got the seven seater? You have any kids?”
I laughed. “No. I have no excuse, other than that the salesman was very good at selling me features.”
We were inside and belted before I looked at her again. I could smell her in the small space. She smelled so good that it was playing havoc with my peace of mind. Like vanilla and some hint of what could only be her hot little body after a good workout.
I was shamefully happy that she hadn’t showered after the workout. I had a very clear visual of me licking every bit of that salty sweet sweat off her, and since that wouldn’t be happening, I had a smell to obsess over in place of that.
She reclined her seat until she was lying down flat. Her mouthwatering breasts pointed straight up in that position. “That is so cool. What is that called? The glass ceiling?”
“An all glass panoramic roof. Like I said, the salesman was very good at selling me features, even ones I didn’t need.”
I started the car, waiting for her to tell me where to go. When we just sat there for a few minutes, I asked, “So, where can I drop you?”
She brought her seat back up. “Aren’t you going to invite me back to your place? I want to see your house. And I’d like to try whatever concoction you make yourself drink after your workout.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Iris. You are much too young to be inviting yourself to some man’s house. Especially an old guy like me.”
“How old are you?” she asked, sounding only vaguely curious about that.
“Forty. Old. How old are you?”
“Twenty-four, Alasdair. Old enough for any damn thing.”
I gave her a gimlet-eyed look, sure she was messing with me. “I don’t believe you. Prove it. Show me your ID.”
She giggled like I’d just said the funniest thing, but she did bend forward to fish around in her bag, retrieving a small pink wallet. “What? You think I’m jailbait?”
“Something like that.”
She handed me a Nevada driver’s license. I studied it, did some quick math, then studied it some more. It was real, as far as I could tell, and it did place her at twenty-four. I could hardly believe it.
“I’m still way too old for you.”
“Your cock doesn’t agree.” Her tone was so innocent that it took me a moment to process what she’d said.
I flushed bright red. “My cock doesn’t know what’s good for it.”
“But I do.” Her voice was whisper soft.
I put the car in reverse. “You sure about this?”
“Sure about what? What’s the big deal about sharing a drink and checking out your pad? Going by this car, I know you’re going to blow me away.”
I nodded tightly and kept my hands at two and ten, my eyes straight ahead.
I took her home.
It was insanity, but who the fuck could resist a girl like Iris? Not me.
Even so, I told myself I’d humor her curiosity and then take her wherever she wanted to go. I had absolutely no business doing more than that. She was legal, thank God, but still far too young. At least for that.
As though reading my mind, her hand went to my knee, her touch light. “God, that thing is impressive. I swear it has its own pulse. I can see it beating.”
I nearly went off the road. “Are you talking about…?!”
“Your cock. You wear those big, thick clothes at the gym. I had no clue you were packing such heat.”
“Knock it off,” I told her.
She dissolved into giggles, her hand falling from my knee.
“You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?” I asked her with a smile. “You can tell I’m harmless, so you’re putting me on.”
Her hand touched the back of my neck, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. She rubbed hard at my nape, and my eyes began to close with the pleasure.
I fought to pay attention to the road.
“I like you, Alasdair. Can’t you tell?”
I didn’t have a good answer for that. My ex-wife had done a number on me. Married twenty years to the woman, doing everything I could think of to make her happy, and she’d hated my guts. I couldn’t have been particularly likable.
Iris was friendly and talkative enough, but I noticed that she was not the sort to talk about herself, and I found myself talking too much, which was not at all like me.
“I live alone in a very big house. It’s a waste really. I should look for something smaller. I was married when I had it built. I didn’t intend to be alone when I designed the thing.”
“So you’re divorced?”
“Yes. About a year now.”
“And you were married just the one time?”
I exaggerated a wince, shooting her a sheepish smile. “I must seem so old to you, huh? But yeah, just the one time. For twenty years.”
She whistled. “Twenty years? What happened?”
I just shook my head. I couldn’t talk about it without sounding bitter, and I didn’t want to come across that way. Not to her.
“And you’re not old, Alasdair. You’re distinguished.”
That surprised a laugh out of me. “Oh, that’s rich. Yes, I’m apparently very distinguished, and you’re young enough to be my daughter.”
“Only if you had me when you were sixteen. Do you have any kids?”
“No. I always thought I would, but time just slipped away. I’m too old now, I think. I like kids, though.”
“You’re not too old. That’s ridiculous. Look at your hard-on. That thing looks like it wants to make babies right now.”
I sent her a censuring look and tried to make it convincing.
She just gave me an irrepressible smile.
We got to the gates of my community. I waved to the security guard, and he nodded back, letting me in. I saw him shoot Iris one quick glance, his expression indecipherable, as we went by.
“Oh, I bet we just started some good rumors. ‘Alasdair’s brought home a young, scantily clad girl again.’”
I shifted uncomfortably, but couldn’t stifle my urge to correct her. “Not again. I don’t do this sort of thing. Not ever.”
“Not ever? And what sort of thing are we calling this now, Dair? I’m dying to know.”
“Bring women home. Especially very young women. I’ve never done this.”
She beamed at me for that one. “I like you. You make me feel good.”
I could say the same for her, but I didn’t. I was being enough of a beast already, bringing her home.
She whistled long and low when I pulled into my U shaped driveway.
I parked directly at the front door, the car ready to take her on the return trip. Still just humoring her.
I kicked my shoes off in the entryway, tossing my gym bag down.
She copied me, tossing her own bag on top of mine.
“You can use my shower,” I told her, my eyes all over her naked skin.
“You’re a doll. I’ll do that. God, you’re tall.”
She moved to stand right in front of me, her hand up as though to measure.
I was over the six-foot mark, and she was just the right height to tuck her little blonde head under my chin.
I shook off that ridiculous image.
At her insistence, I gave her the grand tour of my oversized house. I hadn’t taken pride in it in a long time. It had turned into a rather large tomb for the bad memories from the last years of my marriage. But oddly, I found myself taking that pride again as I showed it to her. I had designed it, top to bottom, and I really did love the house.
It was a modern monstrosity at eight thousand square feet, but I liked my space. Probably because I liked to spend ninety percent of my time in it.
She took particular delight in my large library, running her hands along the spines of the books in the classics section.
“I could spend a year in here,” she told me.
That had my brows raising. I’d gotten the impression she was more of a wild party girl than a reader. “You like to read?”
Her nose wrinkled like she thought that was the oddest question. “Um, yeah. Who doesn’t like to read?”
Good point. I mean, there were people that didn’t like to read. Logically, I understood that, but it had always baffled me anyway.
I meant to pick her brain about that more, but she was off again, and I was following, my eyes glued to her perfect little ass as I showed her the rest of the house.
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