Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bryson
I lay my bag on the table, looking over the divider into the main kitchen area. Many appliances have been moved, with the surfaces shining like somebody was recently cleaning. Or is in the middle of cleaning?
Adam’s never been the domestic type. Eva always took care of that side of things. I wonder if he’s got a cleaner in.
“Is anybody home?”
The front door was unlocked. Suddenly, alert signals pound in my head. I can’t lose Adam after Eva’s passing. I haven’t apologized for everything I want to do to his sister.
I walk upstairs, checking the rooms. Nobody’s here.
I return to the kitchen, and I hear something in the pantry, the rattle of tins, and then a noise like a tin hitting the hardwood floor. I approach, ready to fight if I need to. If somebody’s broken into my best friend’s house…
To do what, to clean?
“Oh, there it is,” Harper suddenly says, walking from the pantry with a tin in her hand.
I step back, my body pumping, not just my heart, as I take in the sight of my woman.
She’s got headphones in, her hair brushed back into a ponytail, with a few loose strands, giving her a messy, sexy look, like she’s ready for me to grab her ponytail and use it to guide her lips to mine. She’s wearing jeans that hug those tempting legs and a T-shirt with an abstract print on the front. It’s not the design that captivates me, though.
It’s the way it hugs her body, outlining her breasts, the shape of her instantly making the base of my manhood ache as seed floods into me. Blood rushes through me, and urgency almost makes me grab her.
We stare at each other as time seems to slow.
I want to take her hips, spin her around, drive my manhood against her plump, perfect ass, and rock with her like that—let her feel how feral she makes me.
Only her.
“Sorry.” She reaches up, taking the wireless earbuds out. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“It’s fine,” I grunt, having to take a step back because her perfume is calling to me.
Or maybe she’s not wearing any. Maybe it’s just her smell, her natural scent triggering the primal impulses inside of me.
She smiles tightly, walking past me. “I was going to make some lunch.”
I eye the tin. It’s an eight-pack of hot dogs.
“I wasn’t going to eat them all,” she snaps, her cheeks turning that gorgeous shade of red, the one that gets my savage brain ticking, picturing all the different parts of her body coloring similarly.
With lust, with obsession.
It’s foolish of me to think the obsession which grips me is raging within her, too.
“I wouldn’t judge you if you did,” I tell her.
I could add that I like her body as curvy as possible, with so much to indulge in, and a round ass that will shake for me as I slip between your beautifully thick thighs.
“Where’s Adam?” I ask as she walks by me.
She’s so close, meaning I could reach over and take those hips, and pull her right up against me.
“He left for the gym about an hour ago.”
Guiltily, calculations happen in my mind. Adam spends at least ninety minutes at the gym, and he often uses the sauna after. It’s a ten-minute drive. He won’t be home for at least an hour, probably longer.
My balls get even fuller. A primal voice roars inside that this is my chance to make her pregnant. To get as much of my seed into her young fertile pussy as I possibly can. Pump her full of it until her sex is overflowing with her release and my seed together.
“Ah.”
It’s all I can say, my voice trembling, standing at the kitchen table with my hand on my bag.
“You’re staying here?” Harper asks.
I nod. “Adam asked me to help with the business.”
“That’s good of you.”
It’s the least I can do, Harper, when every second I’m thinking about what I could do to you… that we could do together.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Harper says. “I could make something else. Maybe some soup.”
“I could eat,” I tell her.
It’s the opposite of what I should say. Sharing a meal with her is not something I should do, since it could lead to other things. To conversation, and then to more touching, and then…
Then she meets my eye, smiling. It’s shaky and a little unsure, as if she doesn’t know she’s so beautiful. She could fill herself with confidence.
“I’ll get started then. Would you like a drink?”
“I’ll get some water.”
“No, I’ll do it. Sit down.”
Her voice shakes again, making me wonder if she’s finding this whole encounter awkward… which isn’t surprising, since I groped her leg the last time I saw her, and neither of us is acknowledging it.
Sitting at the table, I clench my fists on my thighs, promising myself I’ll control my hands. I won’t let this hunger take control.