Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
She scribbles down the names of the dead fuckers and hands them over.
Bryce Williams.
Jacob Conner.
Andrew Cline.
Malik Jones
Wyatt Martin
“This is all of them?”
She nods her head. “They’re the worst ones. The other ones just laugh.”
I grit my teeth as I picture them laughing at this sweet angel. I want to make every single one of them pay for that, but I can’t exactly beat up the whole damn school. I’ll have to settle for these five punks and let karma handle the rest of them.
“Okay,” I say as I slip the paper into my pocket. “They’ll never bother you again, Ali. I promise you that.”
It’s going to be pretty hard to bother her when their broken jaws are screwed shut and they’re eating through a fucking tube.
“Thank you, Elijah,” she says shyly as she stands up. God, that body… It’s unreal. Those big hips, those nice round tits… I want to explore every inch of her and take my time doing it.
“Where are you going?” I ask when she heads for the door.
“There’s a bus in seven minutes.”
Like I’m ever going to let this innocent beauty take the bus again. She’s mine and I’m not letting her ride next to any degenerates who will leer at her. I’m not sharing.
“I’ll take you home,” I tell her. “Let me just grab a shirt.”
I head into my bedroom with my hands shaking. Just having her out of my sight is enough to rock me. I gotta get a hold of myself. I have to keep it together.
I put on some jeans and a nice shirt and then fix my hair in the mirror. When I’m ready, I come back out and see her lingering shyly by the door.
I desperately want to hold her hand as we walk to the car, but it’s too soon. I can’t be too forward with a shy bunny like her, or she’s going to get spooked and hop away.
“I haven’t seen you around lately,” I say when we start driving. “You don’t see Collin much?”
“No,” she says in a soft voice that makes me want to pull over and cradle her to my chest. “Our moms don’t really get along anymore. I guess we could have stayed in contact, but we never did.”
“He’s doing good,” I tell her. “You know, Collin. He’s always going to be doing good.”
She laughs and my chest constricts into a tight ball. I love that sound. I want to hear more of it.
“What do you do for work?” she asks. “I always thought you were going to be in the NFL until… Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay. I always thought that too. But life is full of surprises.”
Some are bad, like the drunk driver that slammed into our car, ruining mine and Collin’s NFL prospects, and some are good, like the little hotty showing up on my doorstep while I was in the middle of a workout.
“I’m a physical trainer,” I tell her. “I have some clients, but I’d still like to be involved in football in some way. Maybe I’ll take over for coach Bradley when he retires.”
“That sounds great,” she says as she smiles warmly at me. “You’d be amazing at that.”
I ask her questions about herself the whole way to her house. I want to know everything about her. Every single detail.
“Favorite song?”
She giggles as she thinks about it. “That’s a hard one!”
My obsession grows deeper as she slips off her socks and shoes and puts her feet out the window. She’s got great toes, and legs, and everything else.
“It’s an old song,” she says, looking embarrassed.
“Older is better,” I say with a grin, not talking about music anymore.
She laughs. “I agree.”
We look at each other for a long heated moment before I’m forced to turn back to the road. “So, what’s the song?”
“Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals. You know it?”
“Of course. It’s a classic. Plus, I love Goodfellas.”
“This is my street.”
No… I want to die, knowing that my time with her is almost up.
The light, fun mood dies as I roll up to her house. It’s like a funeral now. I can tell that she doesn’t want to go either.
“So, tomorrow?” she asks with a hopeful smile on her stunning face.
“All be here nice and early.”
“It’s okay,” she says. “My dad drops me off in the morning, so just in the afternoon would be great.”
I want to tell her that I’m her man now and her man is going to bring her to school, but it’s not the time to argue. I’ll see her tomorrow afternoon and that’s going to have to be good enough for now.
She gives me a shy little wave that I find so irresistibly sexy and then bounds up her driveway and disappears into the house.
“Fuuuuucccckkkk,” I groan as I drop the back of my head onto the headrest. She’s so fucking hot. That round delicious ass… It’s got my name written on it.