Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
And I hope we can both try and stay focused on something other than this feeling between us before then.
I ask Brandon not to leave. Not to go on account of the way this morning’s panned out so far, but the real reason I need him to stay is obvious.
It’s the one thing I know he’s waiting to hear. But I just can’t find the words to begin to tell Brandon how I really feel.
He’s just so…imposing, I guess.
The one thing I know my Dad fears more than anything is the one thing I can feel bubbling up inside of me.
About to boil over when those huge hands of Brandon’s grab hold of my hips.
But it’s all happening a little too fast for my body to catch up with my emotions.
I want Brandon to want me, and now that I’m almost one hundred percent certain he does, I’m not sure what to do about it.
Running my hand under the cold water until I can’t feel it anymore, I hear myself telling Brandon that maybe I should get the spare room ready.
Anything to distract me.
“Your hand gonna be okay?” he asks, sounding concerned, and I nod.
“It’s just a little hot coffee,” I murmur.
“Should I fix us some more?” Brandon asks, and turning around, I can see he’s already set about helping to clean up the mess I’ve made on the floor.
But my eyes are fixed on what I felt pressing into my back just now, and I stifle a little sound from somewhere inside me. My heart thrashing against my ribs.
I’m not imagining it…and yep. He’s as big down there as everywhere else.
“I don’t need a nap, May,” he adds, squatting on his huge hams and picking up pieces of the broken mug dad missed.
“And I meant what I just said, too,” he reminds me, lowering his voice past the usual sexy deep tone.
The sound waves travel through the floor up to my now sodden mound. I struggle to focus on anything anymore.
I should be embarrassed for him. I should be reminding him that this is no way for a family friend to be acting.
But who am I kidding?
A man like Brandon at full attention, clearly wanting a helluva lot more than a cup of hot coffee in our kitchen?
Most girls would already be on their knees in front of him by bowing, begging to suck and fuck that massive cock of his.
I always thought I was a shy kinda girl, but the effect of having Brandon here in person is undeniable.
“Meant what?” I hear myself asking him back, a tone of near defiance in my voice. But really, I just wanna hear him repeat those words.
Again and again, over and over…
His lip slightly curls as he lets out a low growl. And standing up so I can see just how glad he really is to see me, he says it again.
“That you feel so good,” he answers, glancing down his front as if I need his help, drawing my attention to the elephant trunk in the room.
Swallowing hard, I feel my mouth getting dry. My heart is pounding so hard I can literally hear the blood rushing through my ears. My face becomes hot and I know it must be blushing red.
“Is that why you came back?” I ask, figuring if we’re being so upfront with each other, I may as well ask him everything that’s been plaguing me since graduation day.
“What do you think?” he replies, and taking a step closer to me again, I’m only inches away from him.
Feeling like I’m damned if I do something and damned if I don’t.
Brandon seems to be waiting for me to make the next move, but I can only press my hands flat against his rock-hard abs through his jacket.
I feel my fingers slowly slide down and curl around his zipper as I look up at him.
“My dad,” I croak, and seeing him take in a long breath before he sighs, I know it’s the only thing between us right now, even though he’s not even here.
It’ll always be a thing between us, no matter what happens with Brandon and me. I just know it.
“I didn’t come back to town just to see your Dad,” he says. “But I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable either,” he finally says, taking another long breath before he finishes what he has to say.
“I guess what I mean…what I’m trying to ask you, May, is could you have feelings for an older guy? A guy like me, maybe?”
He cocks his brow with a half-smile already on his face because he knows my answer already.
Doesn’t he?
“I want to hear it from your lips,” he says in a low tone, and I feel his big warm hand swallowing mine up again.
“I…I like you a lot, Brandon,” I stammer, noticing him pause as he brings my hand up to his lips.