Broken Barriers (Barriers Series Book 4) by Sara Shirley Page B

doorstep every single morning.
    As soon as the orgasm in my mouth ended and the coffee cup was empty, I cleaned up a bit around the house and finally took all my clothing out of my bags to start a load of laundry. While I was unpacking, the music was on full blast, and it somehow brought me back to a better time. A place where I finally felt as though I was moving forward. You could call me crazy, but ever since those damn muffins, things were looking up.
    After nearly two hours of doing laundry, everything was finally unpacked, washed, and organized, so I grabbed my new toiletries and got ready to head into the shower since my shirt and shorts were stuck to my sweaty skin. Without air conditioning in the house, I relied on ceiling and table fans to keep the heat and humidity at a minimum. Summers at the lake were often much cooler than most places, but this week was forecast to be sunny and nearly eighty degrees. The first thing on my list of things to do today was to buy at least one air conditioner to keep those damn sheets from sticking to my sweaty skin every night.
    Just as I was about to turn on the water, my cell phone signaled a text. My feet shuffled into the kitchen, and I saw a message from Everett. I knew when I gave him my number the other day that we’d be in touch. He was still having the bonfire at his house tonight. His text simply reminded me of the time and place, and that there would be plenty of hot chicks there to keep my mind off other shit. Good to know.
    I laughed as I texted him back, saying that I’d be there. Having a fellow Marine a few blocks down the street was certainly beneficial this summer, and if he thought hot chicks would keep my mind occupied… Well, he probably wasn’t too far off.
    After this long, I had almost forgotten what it felt like to actually run my rough hands over a woman’s soft breasts or the taste of her arousal on my tongue as she writhed against my mouth. Or better yet, I might have forgotten that the feeling of sliding between a woman’s thighs was a million times better than getting my dick sucked any day of the week. I wasn’t saying a blowjob wasn’t absolutely mind-blowing. With the right woman, it was even better than sex. But, if these so-called hot chicks tonight wanted to get down on their knees and help a veteran out, I was not going to say no. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
    With just the thought of having a naked woman sucking me off, my dick achingly grew hard within my track shorts. There was clearly no avoiding this situation now. Only good thing was I was already heading into the shower.
    After tossing the phone back onto the counter, I headed back into the bathroom. Pushing the shower curtain out of the way, I turned the handle to get the hot water running. The room began to fill with hot steam as I peeled away my tank top and kicked off my shorts onto the cool tile floor. I stood in front of the sink brushing my teeth and stared back at myself.
    My hair was now a jumbled mess as I continued to let it grow out. My scruff on my jaw needed a shave, but not today. My hard-on required more attention than the hair on my face. As I spat out the toothpaste, I stepped into the shower and basked in the joys of having clean hot water at my fingertips. The days of stepping out into the elements just to head to the shitter or the shower were finally over. No more five-minute lukewarm showers with stale dirty water, and after you were done showering, you still felt dirty because the clothes you put back on hadn’t been washed in a week. The stench alone inside the showers was enough to make you not want to shower at all, but those antibacterial body wipes only went so far with hygiene.
    The hot drops of water flowed over my head and down my body. While shutting my eyes as I let the water saturate my hair, images of the last porno movie I watched crossed my mind, and the tingling sensation grew even more within my cock. I dropped one arm down