Finding Focus Read Online Free
Author: Jiffy Kate
be able to sleep until I make notes for tomorrow’s shoot. Plus, there’s no way I’m leaving my camera outside; I don’t care if this town is smaller than Mayberry. I don’t bother putting my bra back on or slipping on my shoes. I just grab my keys and walk out the door.
“Yes, Micah! That’s it! Fuck me bowlegged!”
Well, I’ve never heard that one before.
The woman keeps screaming his name while the guy continues to screw her into the sheetrock until, after one last bang; I hear them both sigh in relief, signaling the end of their sexy times.
Fucking finally!
Figuring I have no reason to rush, I stroll to my car, looking at the mostly-empty parking lot. Even though the majority of the rooms here are empty, it’s just my luck to get the one right next to the horny humpers. It makes me wonder if this Micah is a soldier about to go on a tour of duty, or maybe he just got home. I guess it’s possible that they could be on their honeymoon. My mind continues to wander, brewing up possibilities of a newly released prisoner or a politician having an illicit affair, when I hear a man’s voice call out behind me. “See ya later, Val.”
The sound of him shutting the door to the room causes me to panic a little and I hit my head on the roof of the car. Turning around I see the guy leaning against the outside of the motel while he pulls a boot onto his foot.
Micah, I presume.
He twists the cap off a water bottle and I shake my head, willing myself to keep moving, but the sight of his disheveled hair and defined abs peeking through his unbuttoned white button-down keep me in place.
My mouth goes dry as my eyes continue to linger, honing in on his toned stomach and the way his jeans sit low on his hips.
Even though we’re a few feet apart and the sun is beginning to set, his light blue eyes are noticeable and full of mischief. I always thought when people said someone’s eyes twinkle, they were full of shit, but his do. And the way the edges of his eyes crinkle when he smirks makes my insides twist.
His eyes stay on mine for a moment before traveling down my body and back up, lingering on my breasts, no doubt due to the fact my nipples are trying to break through the cotton of my tank top. I know I should be offended by him so blatantly ogling me after just having sex with someone else, but I can’t help but be mesmerized by this man.
Finally, he puts the bottle of water up to his mouth, downing its contents in one long drink. A few drips trickle down his chin and he swipes them away. Giving me a wink, he simply says, “Hey,” before grinning and strutting off toward the pimped-out truck parked next to my car. Of course it would be his. I’d say he was overcompensating for something, but I’m pretty sure Val would disagree.
Before I close the door to my room, I watch Micah roll down his window. He cranks his radio up and slaps the side of his truck as he peels out of the parking lot. I can’t help but shake my head and giggle at his display, but at the same time, I wish I could live like that: free and full of life.
Sheridan
WHEN THE ANTIQUATED ALARM CLOCK beeps uncontrollably, I fumble around until I’m able to slap the top of it. For a brief second, I’m disoriented. The cinder block I’m sleeping on is not my bed, but it takes a moment for me to register where I am.
Keeping one eye closed, I glance around the room. A sliver of light shines through the thick curtains, and the clock reads 6:00 A.M. Wanting to get an early start on the day, I roll out of bed, forcing myself to get up. I shuffle toward the bathroom for a quick shower and get dressed. Since the plan is to make headway on the property, getting a nice overview of the land and exterior, I throw on a light t-shirt and slather on deodorant and sunscreen.
After I grab my camera bag and make sure I have everything I need for the day, I head out the door and pause. The morning sun is breathtaking. The way the rays paint the sky pink,
“Yes, Micah! That’s it! Fuck me bowlegged!”
Well, I’ve never heard that one before.
The woman keeps screaming his name while the guy continues to screw her into the sheetrock until, after one last bang; I hear them both sigh in relief, signaling the end of their sexy times.
Fucking finally!
Figuring I have no reason to rush, I stroll to my car, looking at the mostly-empty parking lot. Even though the majority of the rooms here are empty, it’s just my luck to get the one right next to the horny humpers. It makes me wonder if this Micah is a soldier about to go on a tour of duty, or maybe he just got home. I guess it’s possible that they could be on their honeymoon. My mind continues to wander, brewing up possibilities of a newly released prisoner or a politician having an illicit affair, when I hear a man’s voice call out behind me. “See ya later, Val.”
The sound of him shutting the door to the room causes me to panic a little and I hit my head on the roof of the car. Turning around I see the guy leaning against the outside of the motel while he pulls a boot onto his foot.
Micah, I presume.
He twists the cap off a water bottle and I shake my head, willing myself to keep moving, but the sight of his disheveled hair and defined abs peeking through his unbuttoned white button-down keep me in place.
My mouth goes dry as my eyes continue to linger, honing in on his toned stomach and the way his jeans sit low on his hips.
Even though we’re a few feet apart and the sun is beginning to set, his light blue eyes are noticeable and full of mischief. I always thought when people said someone’s eyes twinkle, they were full of shit, but his do. And the way the edges of his eyes crinkle when he smirks makes my insides twist.
His eyes stay on mine for a moment before traveling down my body and back up, lingering on my breasts, no doubt due to the fact my nipples are trying to break through the cotton of my tank top. I know I should be offended by him so blatantly ogling me after just having sex with someone else, but I can’t help but be mesmerized by this man.
Finally, he puts the bottle of water up to his mouth, downing its contents in one long drink. A few drips trickle down his chin and he swipes them away. Giving me a wink, he simply says, “Hey,” before grinning and strutting off toward the pimped-out truck parked next to my car. Of course it would be his. I’d say he was overcompensating for something, but I’m pretty sure Val would disagree.
Before I close the door to my room, I watch Micah roll down his window. He cranks his radio up and slaps the side of his truck as he peels out of the parking lot. I can’t help but shake my head and giggle at his display, but at the same time, I wish I could live like that: free and full of life.
Sheridan
WHEN THE ANTIQUATED ALARM CLOCK beeps uncontrollably, I fumble around until I’m able to slap the top of it. For a brief second, I’m disoriented. The cinder block I’m sleeping on is not my bed, but it takes a moment for me to register where I am.
Keeping one eye closed, I glance around the room. A sliver of light shines through the thick curtains, and the clock reads 6:00 A.M. Wanting to get an early start on the day, I roll out of bed, forcing myself to get up. I shuffle toward the bathroom for a quick shower and get dressed. Since the plan is to make headway on the property, getting a nice overview of the land and exterior, I throw on a light t-shirt and slather on deodorant and sunscreen.
After I grab my camera bag and make sure I have everything I need for the day, I head out the door and pause. The morning sun is breathtaking. The way the rays paint the sky pink,
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