Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I tell myself to put that aside. I tell myself to ignore the base, caveman instinct to crave her, and take her, and make her mine. But the harder I try, the harder it is to ignore, and the harder it is to forget the way she moved on me, or the way her breath caught. Or the way she gasped as her tight little ass pressed against my cock.
I groan, holding her tight and stroking her back. The blanket falls away, and my fingers brush bare skin. I freeze for a second, conflicted, but when my hand moves back against her skin, she sinks a little tighter into me.
“Principal Kane—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur as she breathes and holds me tight. “I’ve got you.”
I’ve got her alright. And no one is going to touch her or harm her. Not a fucking chance. Because now she’s mine to protect.
…I’ll just try and ignore the fact that my damsel in distress in wearing lacy, see-through lingerie and is making my cock rock hard.
4
Brynn
“C’mere, I’ve got you.”
I know I should be freaking out about this. And, okay, I am. But I’m freaking out about the fact that a mob boss just almost assaulted me, and the fact that my high school Principal just saw me stripping, giving him a freaking lap dance.
What I’m not freaking out about is this—the fact that he’s cradling me in his arms, in his house, wrapping me in a blanket as he stands. No, I’m not freaking out at all. In fact, the feeling of warmth, and protection, and safety is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long, long time. But then, there’s another part to all of this. It’s the part that had me step into that room back at the club instead of asking another girl to cover. It’s the reason being in Principal Kane’s arms isn’t making me freak out. It’s the reason it’s making me warm.
Because Principal Kane—Colton Kane—isn’t what you might picture when you think of high school principal. Principals are supposed to be staunch, stuffy. Maybe a little shabby looking. Maybe smelling like stale coffee. But Principal Kane is none of those things. To start with, he’s freaking gorgeous, and I do mean jaw-droppingly, heart-stoppingly, fashion-model gorgeous. Strong, chiseled jaw covered with a scruff of five o’clock shadow, haunting bright blue eyes, dark hair, tall, broad shoulders, and muscled arms and chest. He’s the kind of hot that makes your knees weak and your pulse beat a little faster.
Needless to say, I’ve been daydreaming and fantasizing about Principal Kane for far longer than I’ll say out loud.
And right now, I’m in those big, strong, muscled arms. I’m curled up against that broad, strong chest, and I can tell you, there’s nothing staunch, stuffy or shabby about him. And he smells wonderful. Like man. Like his cologne or aftershave or whatever that is he’s wearing was scientifically designed to make me go weak in his arms.
Oh, right, and an hour ago, I was grinding on his lap, my pulse racing and my eyes wild behind my mask, knowing it was Colton Kane I was grinding on. Knowing it was his bulge I felt throbbing between my legs. His very large, very thick, very making-me-wetter-than-I-should-be bulge.
I shiver at the memory, swallowing and feeling my face go red as he strides through his huge old Tudor-style home. The Principal’s residence is actually on Winchester’s campus, and it matches the older brick and ivy aesthetic of the rest of the school. But I’ve never been inside here, and my eyes go wide as he effortlessly carries me through the gorgeous mansion. We climb a flight of stairs to the second floor, and my pulse beats quicker as he steps into a huge and modern looking marble, white tile, and chrome bathroom.
“Do you want to get cleaned up?”
I nod, not able to or still not trusting myself to say words as he gently sets me down and pulls the blanket tighter around me. He opens the big glass and iron shower and reaches in to turn the water on. I watch as he takes a big fluffy white towel down from a shelf and hangs it on a hook by the door.
“Sit tight.”
I just nod as he ducks out of the bathroom, coming back a minute later with some neatly folded clothes which he sets down on the vanity.
“These are going to be enormous on you, but…” he clears his throat before he unfolds a fuzzy pink, definitely girl-styled robe with red hearts and a princess from a Disney movie on the back of it.
He shrugs. “I, uh, I bought it the other day for my cousin’s daughter’s birthday. She’s obviously younger than you, but I think it might fit.” He smiles. “Well, better than my clothes.”