Make Mine A Monster: Monsterotica: Book 2 Read Online Free

face. It happened all of the time. Most people have their minds in the gutter ninety percent of the time and it was no surprise that Mr. Longfellow’s would immediately follow suit. So where is this perfect place?”
    “Just up the road a ways. It’s an old farmhouse that’s sat empty on my property for over a year. I go in once a month and make sure no critters or squatters have been habitatin’ in there and I’ve kept it pretty clean.”
    “Why’s it abandoned?”
    “No one wants to live that far out of town. People have traded in fresh air for free wi-fi. Hop Town is all right, but myself, I prefer staying outside the city limits.”
    “Won’t you be on Thelma’s hit-list too? I wouldn’t want to cause trouble for you.” Batting my eyelashes as I stuck my chest out a bit further.
    “Don’t you worry about that, darlin’ ” Winking, “Trouble’s my middle name.”
    Well, yeeee-haw! Guess who just found a way to save a horse.
    “You lead, I’ll follow, c owboy.”
    Chapter Four
     
    Traveling through the countryside, sticking mainly to dirt and gravel roads that wound up and around the tree-lined foothills, we finally arrived at the homestead forty-five minutes after leaving the Kelley Hotel. I knew it’d take a really good scrubbing to get all of the dust and dirt off of my shin, new baby but when I reached the top of the ridge, I didn’t care.
    Roy slid out of his truck with the grace of a lion and I hopped out of mine like an uncoordinated monkey, almost tripping over my own two feet after shutting the door. We stood facing one of the most beautiful scenes I’d ever witnessed. Rolling green hills, dotted with patches of forest that seemed to go on for miles and miles. A peach, pink, blue and purple sunset casted a magical glow across the land and I felt as though we were part of a famous painting. Besides, the large log cabin, barn and what I assumed to be the abandoned farm house in the distance, the land was virtually untouched; rugged.
    “How many acres is this?”
    “Two-hundred-fifty-eight. Give or take a few.”
    “And all of this is yours?”
    “Yep.”
    “How do survive out here? Don’t you get lonely?”
    “I’m on the road a lot, but when I’m lonely I can always find a willing bedwarmer.”
    Though we stood there in the shade of the giant oak trees, it was humid. Little rivulets of sweats trailed down from his temples to his neck, his uniquely male scent permeated my senses and I wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap my legs around his waist and slide up and down the length of him.
    “Rosie? Y’all right? Your cheeks are pretty red. Let’s get you down to the house.”
    “What? Oh, I’m fine.” Just a little hot and bothered.
    “How about a drink?”
    “Sounds great.” Hope it’s something stiff.
    We followed another trail, just barely big enough for one truck, to Roy’s cabin and went inside. Immaculate was the only word to describe it. Sure, there were typical western-slash-southern accents for decoration, but his place was clean. Someone had a serious penchant for perfection and control. Understated, yet a statement in its self, the entire open floor plan resembled a house in a magazine. That gave me hope that the farmhouse would be in pretty good shape, too. My body, however, wanted to explore just how far his need for perfection went.
     
    Roy grabbed us both a beer from his refrigerator, popping the tops off of both; like a perfect gentleman should and handed me the amber beverage. The cool slickness of the longneck was much smaller than what I wanted in my hands and I wasn’t about to wait on this well-mannered cowboy to make the first move. It was time to make a move. I’d hog-tie him if I had to. Who knew? He might be into that sort of thing. I’d try anything once.
    “Ya’ know, Roy?” I said, setting my beer on a red, granite countertop, “The beer really isn’t helping. Do you mind?” I unbuttoned my white blouse. Sliding it off of my shoulders, I