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)
“Thanks for this, Dad. It’s great.”
“I know high school hasn’t been easy for you sometimes,” Dad says warmly. “You deserve to celebrate it. You’re all grown up now.”
That’s the sort of thing I want Jacob to think. It feels like so much more than a silly, girlish crush. It feels like the right choice and the best thing we can do, like all my life has been leading up to us being together. Maybe I’m just nuts, but if so, it feels so good.
Jacob looks at me with no expression. “Happy graduation, Emma.”
“Uh, thanks.”
He just keeps looking. Lots of people are scared of him, I know. It’s his size, his aura, and his job. Or the fact nobody really knows what his job is. The few times I’ve asked Dad, he’s pretended not to know, but he does. He just doesn’t want to tell me.
“Is there food here?” Jacob asks in his usual blunt way.
Dad chuckles and says, “Yeah, there’s a buffet.”
“Great.”
That’s it, my big moment, the one I’ve been thinking about all night. All that dreaming, wondering, and wishing has led to Jacob walking away from us, skirting the room, and then wandering over to the buffet table. Even his posture is angry and tight, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Did I interrupt something important?” I ask.
“No… why?” Dad replies.
“It’s just…” I shake my head. “Nothing.”
Dad reads me. “Don’t take it personally. He’s had a rough week.”
“Has he? How?”
“Work,” Dad says, then scoops a champagne glass from a passing waiter and takes a large gulp.
“Maybe I should have one of those,” I snap, very petty, just because I was disappointed with Jacob’s reaction or lack of one.
“Yeah, right,” Dad says, rolling his eyes. “You’re only eighteen.”
“All grown up, and I can’t drink,” I tease.
Dad grins, probably glad I’ve dropped the topic of his best friend. There was always an air of mystery around Jacob. Maybe that was part of his broody appeal. Honestly, just thinking about him makes my body shiver deep inside, this warm feeling that spreads like perfection and makes me want to be with him, just him, forever.
Jacob
I should leave. If I had any sense, that’s what I would do. Mike was right about the threats. He’s in no real danger. Not before, anyway, but there is a new danger. It was born inside me and impossible to ignore the second I acknowledged it.
At the buffet table, I can’t stop thinking about Emma. Her tits were pushed together in her cleavage, the round, creamy globes making me think about slipping my rod between them. Getting them slick with precome and then sliding into her sweet slit and taking her hard, pounding her so those big breasts bounce for me.
“Excuse me, handsome,” a very drunk woman says, almost bumping into me.
I move out of her way and turn without looking at her. I feel sick at the word handsome. Suddenly—like a bullet to the gut—the idea of being with anybody except my best friend’s daughter seems ridiculous.
Leaving the main function room, I slip into the hallway and walk through the hotel. I end up in a storage room. The air is cooler in here. I put my hands on my hips and take long, slow breaths—the type I used to calm my nervous system down after an unusually eventful day at the office.
I can’t understand how I’m so sure. Yet, at the same time, I knew. I know she is mine. It’s something I don’t even have to think about. She’s my best friend’s kid. Mike is more important than your fucked-up desire, I tell myself, verbalizing it in my mind to hammer the point home. Get yourself under control.
“Are you okay?”
Oh, fuck. It’s Emma’s voice. Now, somehow, just the sound of her voice is enough to get my base firming up, my seed swimming up my dick. My tip is burning with precome. I want to fuck her right now, throw her down like a goddamn animal, bend her over, and slam into her so that her ass bounces for me.
Turning, I say, “Why aren’t you at the party?”
She stands in the doorway, looking nervous, cute, and sexy all at the same time. She has her hands clasped across her middle, almost like she’s trying to push those big tits together for me.
“I saw you leave,” she mutters, looking at the floor. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” I snap.
She steps back, clearly stung, making me feel like more of a prick than I usually do anyway.
“Wait,” I say, my voice just as stern. “Come here.”
“Why don’t you ask nicely?” She spins, a shiver moving through her body, making her breasts jiggle captivatingly for me. She looks so shy and nervous about sending those sassy words my way.
“Please,” I say, and she flinches like she wasn’t expecting me to say that.