Page 11 of Gunner

Dressed in short shorts and a flimsy flowy tank that left nothing to the imagination, with her dark chocolate hair wound up in a messy bun on top of her head, showing off her long, slender neck, had my dick thinking about all kinds of salacious things.

I gulped.

God have mercy on my soul. She was even more beautiful than I remembered as my eyes continued their perusal from head to toe. Her firm, perky tits barely contained in her bra. A small peek of skin let me know her torso was as tanned as her long legs.

God help me. Her feet even looked sexy as hell.

Never considered myself a foot man but fuck it... I wanted to suck on every pretty painted toe.

“Hello, Gunner,” her voice washed over me like thick molasses.

Blinking a few times, I muttered, “Sarah.”

“Mom, we’re out of flour. I need to run to the store.”

What the hell?

Did she just skim over me as if I was some damn stranger?

“Go see your dad. He will give you the shop’s credit card. There is a list near the refrigerator. If you are going to the store, please pick up the other items for me.”

“Sure. No problem. Bye, Gunner.”

Blinking, Sarah waved before turning and walking away.

WHAT THE FUCK!

Was she not consumed with lust like I was?

Did she even see me drooling over here?

“Gunner?”

Snapping out of my lust filled haze, I muttered, “Yeah?”

“Your coffee and tart?”

“Oh. Thanks.”

Grabbing my items, I walked out of the shop, confused.

It was apparent I enthralled her when we first met each other with my devilish good looks and bedroom eyes. I couldn’t have misread the signs. I get she was only seventeen at the time, but I saw her eyes dilate. Her face flushed. Her breathing increased. All signs of attraction. Yet after a year away, she looked right through me, as if I was nothing special.

What the fuck!

Sitting on my bike, I ate my tart, pondering what I did wrong.

I’ve never misread a woman before.

Not once.

I could tell just by looking at them if they were going to be easy or play hard to get.

Happy or sad.

A wildcat or a kitten.

Women were my specialty.