Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Seeing her in my bed has everything in focus, and I don’t want to lose that, but I need to get her home before her parents find out.
I get up and put on my pants, shirt, and sneakers, and look forlornly at the bed. I want to leave her here in this bed forever. Hopefully, my seed will do its job.
I move her wild hair from her face and kiss her plump, bee-stung lips. “So innocent and beautiful.” I am going to enjoy dirtying her up just for me.
I walk into the bathroom and find some Tylenol. When I walk back into the room, she is naked once again, having kicked the covers off. “Not now, prick,” I say to my cock, pushing him back down behind the zipper he is trying to escape from. Leaning down to her mouth, I attempt to kiss her awake. “Wake up, beauty. Wake up and let me see your eyes.”
“No. Too tired,” she says and rolls over. I chuckle at how fucking adorable she is.
“Pequeña, we have to get you home before your parents realize..” Before I finish, she bolts upright, barely missing my nose, and blows her hair out of her face.
“Oh my goodness.” My heart rejects the worry on her face. I don’t want this special time to be overshadowed by her being afraid of the consequences.
“It is ok, baby. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” I ask her, trying to stop myself from taking her one more time.
“Yes, Alex. I trust you.” Thank fuck. I help her get dressed, taking care to not make her move too fast, knowing she is sore. Her grunts and whimpers tell me just how sore and, for a fleeting moment, I feel like the devil, but that is brief.
“Here, baby, take these.” I hand her some Tylenol and water and make her take them. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” I pick her up and carry her, needing her in my arms as long as possible. The moment her head hits my shoulder, she is back out like a light. I make it down the terrace steps and start to round the back when my brother Manny pops out of the shadows.
“What the fuck, MJ.” He smirks and looks at the angel in my arms.
“Congratulations, little brother.” I nod my head and kiss my angel's head. “I came to bring you this.” He opens his hand, and there is a key in it. He holds it out like I am supposed to know what the hell it is for.
“What am I doing with that?”
“We thought you might need this to get her in the house.”
“Who the fuck is we, and what are you talking about?” I am running out of time and patience.
“We will talk when you come back. What you need to know right now is that this key goes to the cellar door. If you go in through the cellar, to the left of the furnace is a set of stairs. It leads to the bedroom directly to the right of Imogen's room. You can get in and out without being seen since the parents’ bedroom is on the first floor.” What the fuck? I don’t know whether to be pissed or to fall to my knees and give thanks right now.
I have so many fucking questions, but I need to get her home. I take the key and stick to the shadows as we cross the street and go through her backyard. I follow the instructions and end up in her room in less than five minutes.
Taking my time, I lay her softly on the bed and inhale her new smell. She smells like sex. Like love. Like me. “Hey Pequeña, you are home,” I said into her ear. She opens her eyes and looks around, shocked at first and then smiling.
“Hey, love, look at me.” When she reopens her eyes, hooded and clouded by sleep, I groan at how fucking sexy she looks. “I want you to take a bath and soak so you won’t be so sore in the morning. Okay?”
She burrows into my chest, rubbing her nose on my shirt before she answers. “Mkay.” I lift her chin, so she is looking at me and kiss her sweet lips. The kiss quickly gets out of hand, and I have to pull back before I fuck her on these holy sheets.
“I will see you tomorrow, baby.” I watch her lay back down before sneaking out the way I came in. Once I make sure everything is locked up once again, I run across the street and head straight to MJ's suite. Knock. Knock.
“Come in.” He says from the other side of the door. “Runt. How can I help you?” Adriel is sitting on his lap, looking at me with a worried expression on her face.