Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
My groin aches with the tightness of my need, the bulge at my base demanding her tight, wet slit. She felt so ready when I made her flood her underwear with her release, so ready for my thick dick. She was aching for it, but last time, she was too nervous, her slit kissing my tip tightly.
Do I think that would be any different with her dad just a few rooms away? After a few minutes, she walks onto the porch. She’s wearing a hoodie and baggy pants, so that’s something, at least. She folds her arms and looks into the forest. She seems even more beautiful covered up, somehow, her cold pink hands peeking from the big sleeves of the hoodie.
“You’re right,” she says softly. “We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have pulled that stunt, but I was starting to wonder if I was going crazy. If it even happened.”
“Nothing happened,” I snap. “Because if it did, it means we’re both the lowest of the low. Your dad pulled me out of a burning wreckage once, Emma, and I dragged him halfway across a desert. We saved each other. Now look at me.”
“Dad never talks about when he was in the military,” she says softly.
“He has different feelings about it than me,” I grunt. “But we shouldn’t be talking…”
“What, at all?” she says.
I stare at the forest, not at her. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers. There’s so much noise in me roaring to grab her, kiss her again, go further this time.
“It would be for the best,” I say stiffly. “But…”
“I’m not going to beg to speak to you,” she says, “but I can sort of tell you don’t mean it. Just like you don’t mean it when you say we can’t do anything else.”
“Yeah, because you’re irresistible to me,” I snap, “but that doesn’t make it right. That doesn’t mean anything good can come out of this.”
“I know. It’s not right. I know that.”
“Then why the goddamn outfit?” I snap.
“Because I’ve dreamed of you looking at me every day since I was twelve years old, okay?” she erupts.
I turn, my mouth falling open, my world spinning around and around even more fiercely.
CHAPTER SIX
EMMA
Ididn’t plan on throwing this in his face, but the tension between us was getting too much to handle. It’s like I had to throw something at him, and this is the first thing that came out. However, even this line of reasoning is just silly and immature. I’m letting emotion rule me. How can’t I? Everything is hot and bubbly and feels more significant than I ever could have imagined.
For a long time, he looks at me, his eyes narrowed as though he thinks this is some trick. It’s like he thinks I will start laughing, or maybe he hopes I do.
“Are you joking?” he finally says.
Even this grim tone and the sternness in his voice send confusing sensations through my body. It’s so annoying how he can touch every button without even trying. Apparently, he can just shut himself off from me anytime he wants, but it’s what I should want, too.
“No,” I say.
“That’s why you wore that outfit on graduation night,” he says, looking at me like an interrogator, leaning forward.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You wanted to see if I’d notice you, just like today.”
“I never thought you actually would,” I snap. “It was just a silly dream, but when I saw you leave the party, I knew we’d be alone together. I wanted that. Oh, God, it’s so wrong, but didn’t it feel right?”
I can’t hide the desperation in my voice. It’s embarrassing, honestly. I need to get myself under control, but this tingling hunger won’t let me go. There’s too much heat inside me, voices screaming that nobody else will ever make me feel this way.
“It felt perfect,” he snarls, “but that doesn’t mean I should do it again.”
“We did it, not just you.”
He smirks, glancing into the house through the window. The living room and kitchen are still empty. We’re talking quietly. There’s no way Dad will hear us, but neither of us can fight the paranoia of getting caught. “With all due respect, Emma. It’s like I said last night. I’ve got twenty-three years’ experience on you.”
“Experience doing what?” I say. “Dad says you haven’t been in a relationship in years.”
“Mike said that?”
“In passing, once, but I remembered it.”
I did more than that. I held onto it, praying for it to be true, willing it to be, knowing I’d never have a chance with him.
“It’s true,” he grunts.
“You’ve never had girlfriends?”
“Not really. Nothing like…”
“Like what?”
He grinds his teeth. “Like this, but this is it. I’m being the grownup here. It’s over.”
My heart starts to beat super hard and super fast. He says, “Twenty-three years of experience, mistakes, and regrets. I’m too damn old for you. Even if Mike wasn’t a factor, I’m an old man compared to you.”