Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I stare at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me? People pay money to see that shit?”
He nods.
“Yeah, it’s crazy right? Apparently, Renata and Jeremy love to smoke too, and sometimes smoke while they’re doing the nasty. I’ve heard Renata even puts the joint in her twat sometimes to let it “smoke” on its own. What a fucking carnival.”
I shake my head.
“Goddamn. You dodged a bullet, my man.”
Gray snorts.
“You’re telling me. But it wouldn’t have made a difference, because I’d already moved onto Vanessa, her daughter. See? Things work out.”
“Um yeah, that’s one way to put it,” I say in a dry tone.
Gray shrugs.
“Look, my point is, everyone’s too wrapped up in their own lives to notice something as insignificant as an age gap. I mean, fuck, these girls grow up right? If you’re serious about how much you want this woman, then you should just make a move on her. Even if it’s just to get it out of your system. Like I said: everything works out in the end.”
The suggestion of using Emily like that makes me snort because how could I do such a depraved thing? Yet, I’m bewildered by my emotions, and confused about next steps because I’ve only spoken to Emily once. How is it possible I feel this obsession with her?
Then again, I already know the answer. Her body is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. She’s been living next door for years, but until recently she was just some kid that I never noticed. Literally, I couldn’t have told you her name until last year.
Then, she got hot. Holy fuck, but I can’t believe how fucking hot she got. How she looked at the barbecue last weekend. Her huge tits and the way they bobbled under her wet t-shirt. The swell of her wide ass and the way her soft thighs rubbed against one another when she ran into the house in a panic. I can feel my cock hardening just from imagining how warm and wet her body would feel beneath mine.
But it’s more than just an insane attraction. It’s something else too. Something about Emily makes me want to fight any other man who might ever touch those sweet curves. That’s new. This kind of protectiveness that makes me long to own her completely, mind and body, and treat her so right that she’ll never want anyone else again. And yet all this, from only speaking to her once. Fucking pathetic.
But I can’t deny Emily’s got a hold over me. Look at me sitting here in a bar, mooning to my friend about a girl. I’m behaving like a sixth grade boy getting ready to ask the most popular girl to a Sadie Hawkins dance, and not a forty-five year old alpha male.
“Just do it,” Gray says helpfully, like he can read my mind. “Age is just a number, my man.”
“I’ll think about it,” I nod, and pay the bill. I’m all talked out for tonight and feel the need to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.
“Where are you going?” asks Gray.
“Home,” I grunt.
“Yeah, but you just got here,” he says. “Seriously, bro. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I apologize. “Sorry. I’m just not feeling it tonight.”
Gray nods, putting his palms up in understanding.
“No prob. We all need time to cool off sometimes.”
With that, I leave and step into the chilly night air. Thank fuck it’s cold out because even thinking of Emily was making me overheat. Slowly, I begin to walk home in the hopes of clearing my mind a little. The moon is bright, illuminating the street, and there are few cars. Maybe I can shake this obsession somehow.
Then again, maybe I can’t. Emily. Am I really this hung up on a teenage girl? I guess age is nothing but a number, but I can’t get over her being in high school. Obviously, my brother doesn’t care about this sort of thing. He’s secretly been seeing Emily’s twin, Janine, for a while now and that fucker has absolutely no qualms about plundering his teen girlfriend’s curves.
Even worse, I can’t imagine their relationship will stay a secret for long, especially with how loud and obnoxious Janine is. And that’s the thing… how long can they keep things on the downlow? Then again, maybe they just don’t care.
But it’s different with Emily. She’s not like her sister. She’s shy, thoughtful, and innocent. The way she wouldn’t meet my eye at first was adorable, but when she did, I saw how those big brown doe eyes were full of hope and sweetness, and the rug was pulled out from under me. Emily’s face was so angelic and beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. How could a girl have such a sweet, innocent face, yet also the type of ripe, womanly body just waiting to be plundered? Literally, Emily’s curves turn me into a rampaging animal because this woman was built for filthy, rough fucks.