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size and strength, it
didn't seem threatening, and he left open an avenue for her to pull
away. All the same, he kept a hand on her arm and looked down at her,
his wide eyes a bit lidded, "Gonna take you to my room" he
husked out.
Her eyes widened, more at his words than his posture, though she
took a quick glance around regardless before resting back upon his
face. She felt suddenly very small against him, though she realized
it could be advantageous if she had to get away. Tucking her chip
back in her pocket, her arms folded beneath her generous bust.
"Why?" she drawled out, holding onto the syllable like a
toddler.
Sliding his hand up from her arm he released her and merely
stroked his large hand over her shoulder and up to her long, blonde
hair. He rested his other arm against the wall up over her, leaning
his head against it as he openly admired her, "I’ve got
more to tell you, but really because I want to be alone with you and
see where that takes us." His heavy set features were relaxed,
and he stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, "You’re
beautiful, perfect in fact, and I might be able to help you."
She didn’t shy away from his hands and felt that familiar
pulse begin to quicken between her legs. She had nearly forgotten it,
but it was back with the same intensity and desire. Still, before she
completely lost herself to the haze, she murmured, "I’ve
never... before..." She didn’t entirely know why she was
compelled to lie, but Jarago’s words rang between her ears.
Selling it cheap her ass.
Chapter 9
Grent’s eyes widened, another rare moment of surprise and
vulnerability on the large man, and Alex tried not to smile at
herself. Looking over the nineteen year old, the older man paused,
though didn’t retreat in any way. He spoke to her quietly, his
deep, rasping voice gentle, "We don’t have to do anything.
If I can help you or not, I’ll do it regardless if you come up
with me, or if we end up having sex or not," and the man,
surprised as he was by her persuasive lie, sounded very genuine. His
posture relaxed, became even less intimidating, and he widened her
avenue to slip away.
She smiled, her face downcast for a moment before her head tilted
towards where he was leading her, "Let’s talk where we’re
not going to be stumbled across, huh?" she said softly. It was
almost as though she were coddling the older man.
With a nod he led the way again, this time without taking her by
the arm. Coming to the top of the stairs he unlocked a door and
revealed to her a sizable room. Within it were a couple heavy bags
loaded with travel goods, and by the wall a sizable automatic rifle
of an old make, but obviously heavily reinforced and improved. He
held open the door and gestured inside, the large bed flanked by a
pair of comfortable chairs at a small table suitable for card
playing.
She stood to the side of the door, just inside his room, and
looked at him in a manner that seemed so demure and unbefitting the
young woman. "Thanks," she smiled, the look touching her
eyes, "For the wine and food and help, I mean."
Her slender fingers ran the length of her hairline, pushing some
behind her ear and tracing it slightly. Her tongue ran along her lips
and even though it seemed so natural, it was still so sexual.
The older man watched her motions with rapt attention, his
intelligent mind mulling over something about her as he moved to shut
the door. "You mind?" he asked, getting her permission
before he closed the outside world off.
Stepping around her it was obvious the man was taken in, and he
gestured towards the seats as he leaned in beside her, looking down
upon her much shorter form. "Was worth it for the good company
alone," he said lowly, reaching a hand up again lightly touching
her chin with his strong grasp.
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment at his touch, her lips
curving before she took a small step away. "You don’t get
a lot of company?" she asked, though her voice seemed so
didn't seem threatening, and he left open an avenue for her to pull
away. All the same, he kept a hand on her arm and looked down at her,
his wide eyes a bit lidded, "Gonna take you to my room" he
husked out.
Her eyes widened, more at his words than his posture, though she
took a quick glance around regardless before resting back upon his
face. She felt suddenly very small against him, though she realized
it could be advantageous if she had to get away. Tucking her chip
back in her pocket, her arms folded beneath her generous bust.
"Why?" she drawled out, holding onto the syllable like a
toddler.
Sliding his hand up from her arm he released her and merely
stroked his large hand over her shoulder and up to her long, blonde
hair. He rested his other arm against the wall up over her, leaning
his head against it as he openly admired her, "I’ve got
more to tell you, but really because I want to be alone with you and
see where that takes us." His heavy set features were relaxed,
and he stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, "You’re
beautiful, perfect in fact, and I might be able to help you."
She didn’t shy away from his hands and felt that familiar
pulse begin to quicken between her legs. She had nearly forgotten it,
but it was back with the same intensity and desire. Still, before she
completely lost herself to the haze, she murmured, "I’ve
never... before..." She didn’t entirely know why she was
compelled to lie, but Jarago’s words rang between her ears.
Selling it cheap her ass.
Chapter 9
Grent’s eyes widened, another rare moment of surprise and
vulnerability on the large man, and Alex tried not to smile at
herself. Looking over the nineteen year old, the older man paused,
though didn’t retreat in any way. He spoke to her quietly, his
deep, rasping voice gentle, "We don’t have to do anything.
If I can help you or not, I’ll do it regardless if you come up
with me, or if we end up having sex or not," and the man,
surprised as he was by her persuasive lie, sounded very genuine. His
posture relaxed, became even less intimidating, and he widened her
avenue to slip away.
She smiled, her face downcast for a moment before her head tilted
towards where he was leading her, "Let’s talk where we’re
not going to be stumbled across, huh?" she said softly. It was
almost as though she were coddling the older man.
With a nod he led the way again, this time without taking her by
the arm. Coming to the top of the stairs he unlocked a door and
revealed to her a sizable room. Within it were a couple heavy bags
loaded with travel goods, and by the wall a sizable automatic rifle
of an old make, but obviously heavily reinforced and improved. He
held open the door and gestured inside, the large bed flanked by a
pair of comfortable chairs at a small table suitable for card
playing.
She stood to the side of the door, just inside his room, and
looked at him in a manner that seemed so demure and unbefitting the
young woman. "Thanks," she smiled, the look touching her
eyes, "For the wine and food and help, I mean."
Her slender fingers ran the length of her hairline, pushing some
behind her ear and tracing it slightly. Her tongue ran along her lips
and even though it seemed so natural, it was still so sexual.
The older man watched her motions with rapt attention, his
intelligent mind mulling over something about her as he moved to shut
the door. "You mind?" he asked, getting her permission
before he closed the outside world off.
Stepping around her it was obvious the man was taken in, and he
gestured towards the seats as he leaned in beside her, looking down
upon her much shorter form. "Was worth it for the good company
alone," he said lowly, reaching a hand up again lightly touching
her chin with his strong grasp.
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment at his touch, her lips
curving before she took a small step away. "You don’t get
a lot of company?" she asked, though her voice seemed so
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