Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
She bobbed her head quickly and I picked up my shirt, smiling.
She sat up, situating herself.
As I pulled my shirt down and smoothed the wrinkles away, I caught her looking right at my lower half.
More like, my cock.
“I… uh…” Shit. I scratched the top of my head as I straightened my back.
“Don’t worry,” she giggled. “I won’t tell her about that.”
“I don’t want to get too carried away with you, Jenny.”
“You won the bet.” She shrugged. “You could have done whatever you wanted to me.”
“Yeah, but... I don’t want it to be that way with you.”
“Well, how do you want it to be?”
I sighed, focusing on the teddy bear that was now stuck between the seat and the dashboard. “I want it to be easy for you to be around me, if that makes sense.”
She watched me for several seconds, and then she nodded. “I get it.”
Thank God.
“But don’t make me wait too long,” she added.
I jerked my head up to meet her eyes. She was dead serious now. She was still being playful, but by the look on her face I knew she wasn’t kidding.
I couldn’t figure out why the hell she would want to rush such a beautiful process like that with a guy like me.
“I don’t think you’re a bad guy, Drake. You are honestly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met.”
“No shit?”
She laughed. “No shit.”
“Good to hear, Snoop.”
“Hey—” she pointed at me, thinning her eyes. “You can’t call me that anymore. I wasn’t that nosy today.”
“Still nosy,” I chuckled. I started the truck and she sighed, sitting back. “Let me get you home.”
I glanced at her, watching defeat mask her face. I didn’t want to leave—I honestly didn’t. I wanted to keep touching her, kissing her, making her mine in every way possible before we got to the really intimate shit, but it couldn’t be that way.
Not right now.
She needed to miss me.
Grabbing her hand, I brought her my way, draped my arm around her shoulders, and I drove off, back to her neighborhood.
She was happy about the gesture, happy to be near me.
When we stopped in front of her gates, she looked up at me.
“You have to go?” she pleaded.
“I do.”
“I won’t see you again for days, I’m sure.”
“You don’t know that.” I took note of the sad look in her eyes. “I’ll call you.”
With full reluctance, she pulled away, dropping her line of sight. “Okay.” She reached for the door handle, but I didn’t let her open the door.
I wrenched her back towards me before she could get too far away, put the truck in park, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her.
She moaned as our mouths momentarily parted and our eyes locked, but she didn’t dare pull away. I wanted a full taste, but I didn’t take it there.
I wanted her to do the honors.
And she did just that.
Her tongue slid through and pirouetted with mine. I groaned, feeling the rock build up in my pants again. This girl had hardly done a thing and I felt like I was about to explode in my fucking jeans.
For an amateur, she was a damn good kisser. Our mouths were in sync, moving with rhythm.
Her full lips gave me more than enough to suck on, and I did just that, right before pulling away, planting a sweet caress on her upper lip, and then freeing her.
“I don’t know where you thought you were going without kissing me.”
Her smile widened when I said that, and then she sank her teeth into her plump bottom lip. Sliding across the bench and grabbing her teddy bear, she climbed out of the car.
Before shutting the door, she murmured, “Goodnight, Drake. I had fun.”
“I had fun too, Jenny.” I bobbed my head. “Have a good night.”
“You do the same. Be safe.”
“Don’t worry too much about me.”
She sighed, shut the door, and then took off, but not without looking back at me at least twice. As soon as she was inside the gates and out of my sight, I drove away.
During the whole fucking drive to the Dirty Dawg Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
My mind was racing.
My conscience was all fucked up.
And my cock? It was still as hard as a fucking rock when I remembered how damn wet she was for me.
I didn’t know what the hell she was doing to me. I didn’t even know I was capable of having so much fun with a person…but I did. At a goddamn carnival. Who knew?
Funny thing was, I couldn’t wait to get back home later to tell Grandma Marie all about it. She was going to love how I spent my birthday. I already knew.
Shit.
Wait.
I hoped that didn’t make me whipped for Jenny already.
Damn.
If so, the twins really weren’t going to shut the hell up now.