Homeward Bound (Journeyman Book 1) by Golden Czermak Page A

receded into his jeans. “How about you, darlin’?”
    “Me? I’m okay,” she replied, wanting to touch him everywhere.
    “Ya sure?”
    “Yup.”
    He slowly laid himself all the way down on his back. “Well, I think the door frame can hold itself up. Come on in,” he said while patting the open space to his left.
    Part of Adrienne still contemplated leaving, but her desires pushed her forward. She closed the door behind her and moved across the sparsely decorated room, bachelor-like in its level of simple and clean. The lines of the furniture were straight like the picture frames on the wall, each holding vintage images of construction workers on beams high above New York City. After a few strides, she sat down gently beside him as he laid there perfectly still.
    He looked up at her beautiful brunette hair and skin, dewy like the morning, while she looked down at his ruggedness, so hard and captivating. The veins she had traced earlier in the truck were apparently only the tip of a very large iceberg; they criss-crossed everywhere on his body. As she pondered another road trip along them, she saw a large lump forming in the front of his jeans, growing with each passing second.
    He raised a hand to run her hair through his fingers. It was luxuriously soft and when he withdrew, the smell of tea tree and mint trailed behind.  
    “Did you get lost on your way here?” he asked her.
    Adrienne thought she would be ready for this. Part of her wanted to bolt out the door right then but as she continued to look down, she saw that the bump had grown a significant way down his pant leg. She knew that he went commando from his all too frequent plumber impressions and this must have been the reason why. But no way was it that large. Was it? How did it even fit in there? She had to know, primal instincts hastily taking over.
    “I must have taken a wrong turn,” she replied, resting a hand on his left leg. No sooner than she touched him, a wet spot formed at the end of the bulge.
    Good lord.
    “Well, I did warn you about what would happen,” he said with a pulse that made the spot grow a little more. “I'm about to show you a lot of things, darlin’. You best be ready.”
    She wasn't.
    His stare, rooted and green, commanded her to stay put. A sudden heat formed at the back of her neck as he stood up in front of her and unbuttoned his jeans, motioning for her to do the rest as he placed his hands down into his back pockets.
    The zipper began its way down, a forest of veins and thick lines plunging into the confines. She had seen these jeans so frequently over the last year, never once imagining she would be getting inside them. Yet here she was.
    He was still pulsing as the zipper fell, the spot in his jeans growing larger.
    Once the jeans had been unfurled, she grabbed each side just above the front belt loops and pulled down. They didn’t move. She tried again and slowly but surely they lowered, fighting her along the way.
    A few seconds later they were stuck again.
    She reached around, grabbing his tucked hands. He resisted a bit, forcing her to lean dangerously close to his still caged monster. With her head mere inches from him, he finally moved his hands with hers over his ass, and the jeans were free to move again.
    They had slipped down far enough for her first glimpse of the beast: the base was so wide with thick veins roping down the shaft. Her heart leapt while she backed her head up and continued to drag the jeans downward, his large balls swinging free along with the rest of him. There was certainly no shortage of Gage anywhere.
    All of this was so surreal and in a world where garden gnomes were alive, that was saying something. She wanted to touch it so badly, just to see if it was real, but that wasn't going to happen right now.
    As she reached out her hand, he firmly grabbed hold and lifted her up to his face, pressing her hard against his body. Each one of his striations was hard as marble, his skin soft to