Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“See, I like that we aren’t going to share our names. You’re just big brother, and I’m little sister. That works out perfect because, see, I want to lose my virginity.”
Full fucking stop.
I look around to make sure there’s no cameras because this can’t be real.
But, she keeps talking and I’m all fucking ears. “So, I want to do it, and I don’t want any strings. I feel like you’re the guy.” The words are thick as molasses as she looks up at me, and fucking angels start singing.
She wants me to pop her cherry and never see her again?
That’s the most impossible thing I’ve ever heard of.
My resolve is fraying like a rope over a sharp cliff.
“You’ve been doing shots all night. You’re not thinking straight. What have you had to eat today?”
The words taste like arsenic in my mouth. All my tongue wants to do is say ‘yes, I’ll introduce your untouched sacred ground there to every inch of my dick while planting myself in your belly so you’ll be mine forever’.
All my brain wants is to put her over my knee and teach her never to proposition a near stranger in the middle of a dark street after doing shots all night.
I’d turn that ripe, round apple ass of hers red as punishment, then let her know the new order of her life. I’d kiss away her tears and explain I’ll forever only want what’s best for her. Keeping her safe would be my number one priority.
But that’s not happening, Price.
Not. Gonna. Happen.
Chapter Four
Price
It’s nothing new to me that my decision-making skills leave a lot to be desired.
Right now is one of those moments, because I’m following Daisy through the foyer of The Black Swan bed and breakfast instead of leaving her at the door and walking away.
A quick goodnight, nice to meet you, glad you’re safe…any of these would have worked. Then I could have turned and left, knowing the little bundle of hotness was safely back in her room, destined to be the fuel for an angry beat-off session in the shower back at camp.
Instead, my eyes are digging into the soft flesh of her lower ass cheeks hanging out the back of her shorts as she turns her face over her shoulder, holding a finger to her lips in a ‘shhhhh’ gesture, then points to a door at the top of the stairs.
“Follow me. My room is right there.”
Fuck me. My boots make clunking sounds on the wooden stairs, no matter how softly I try to step.
Daisy digs in her bag, retrieving a single key attached by a silver ring to a small, stuffed black swan, and aims it unsteadily at the door knob.
“Jussa sec.” Her balance seems to be deteriorating with each step. I knew I shouldn’t have bought her another shot. She gives me another one of her ‘shhhh’ gestures, only this time she adds a wink, and I already know this girl could ask me for my left nut, and I’d gladly deliver it to her on a silver platter. “The knob keeps moving.”
She taps the tip of the key all around its intended target, missing the jagged key slot four times before I can’t take it anymore.
“Here.” I slip my hand over hers, guiding the key into the slot, pushing it in as my mind takes the moment to think of how my dick would feel sliding into her soft silky warmth.
“You’re susha a gennleman,” she slurs with a cute little crinkle of her nose.
“You don’t know me. I’m no gentleman.”
Get your ass out of here before she can invite you in.
The door swings open, sending Daisy falling forward as her balance gives way. I catch her in the crook of my arm with a grunt, just inches before her face hits the floor. Holding her soft, curvy body against mine sends my balls into spasm.
“Mrs. Kelsey said after ten is quiet time.” She holds a finger to her lips, tipping her head twice in an invitation for me to come into her room.
Leave, asshole. You need to leave.
My feet ignore my brain. I set her onto her feet and lead us both, my arm still clutching around the soft skin of her exposed midriff, through the door and into the room.
Inside, it’s like a flower shop exploded. Everything that is not made of antique oak is a fury of floral patterns in pinks, lavenders and greens.
Daisy drifts away from my grip, leaving me staring around the ample bedroom, feeling like a two-hundred-and-seventy-pound sore thumb sticking out in this feminine space.
“You wanna drink?” She spins on her boot toward a bottle of Chardonnay that sits corked on the top of a small round table against the wall. She drops her bag on the floor next to the bed as she takes a few swaying steps toward the wine. “It came witha room.”