Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Sensitive?” I ask.
“Yes,” is her husky reply.
She was a virgin, tender and untried. To push her again tonight would be cruel. I clamp down on the back of my tongue and give her a pained smile. “Wait here.”
Over at the sink, I wet a dish towel with warm water. When I return, her legs are folded, and her chin is resting on her knees. She looks small and vulnerable and ruinously young. In the heat of the moment, with her mouth plastered to mine, I couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think; but now, after the tide has retreated, our twelve-year age gap looms large.
I tap her knee. “Open up.”
She does so reluctantly. Her cheeks are as red as her pussy lips. I press the warm cloth to her soft sex and press her head against my chest. “Don’t worry, Lila. I’m not going to attack you again.”
Instead of being comforted, she pushes out of my grip. “What’s that supposed to mean? You didn’t attack me this time.”
I look down at the cloth in my hand, speckled with her virgin blood. Guilt assails me. I should’ve walked away, not stuck my fingers up her cunt and fingered her until she came.
“I wanted this,” she says.
“You’re a—” I start.
“Do not say those words if you ever expect to speak to me again,” she interrupts. She attempts to tug her sleep shirt down, but the thing is not covering more than the top of her thighs no matter how hard she pulls.
My rediscovered self-control wavers. I can see the mound of her sex just below the hem of that cursed nightgown. I avert my eyes and walk over to the sink to throw the towel away in the trash underneath.
“We’re both hot right now. Let’s talk in the morning before we say anything we regret.”
“I’m not the one that regrets anything. Actually, let me take that back. I regret thinking that you were going to act like an adult instead of a dictator. Just remember, Mason, you aren’t my father, my brother, nothing. And you never will be.”
She stomps out, flashing the bottom cheeks of her ass as she goes.
I scrub my face, and the smell of her arousal, her cum, fills my nose. “Fuck,” I mutter.
For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do. She’s an adult. She can sign contracts, vote, buy a car, make her own decisions. But she’s also young, far younger than me. I know better. She deserves someone her own age with her own interests. We have nothing in common. She’s off to college, and I never went. She’ll be sitting in a classroom and I’ll be in the boardroom. I’m making deals, and she will be playing intramural sports with guys her own age.
It makes me furious to imagine it.
College means parties and random hookups. Guys crawling in and out of her dorm room. I curl my hands into fists. The images that flash through my mind are driving me crazy.
One thing’s for sure. I won’t be able to let her out of my sight. An Ivy League school far away is out of the question. She’ll have to attend the local university. No dorm for her either. She’ll live here.
For how long? a small voice asks. For how long will you keep her a prisoner here?
Forever. That’s the only answer I have that doesn’t make me lose it completely.
14
LILA
It wasn’t shocking that Mason had already left for work by the time Beau and I had gotten out of bed the next morning. I wonder how long he’s going to avoid me now. I’m still a bit shocked over what happened last night. The last thing I thought he was going to do was kiss me.
Everything happened so fast. Within seconds, his mouth was on mine, and for the first time in my life, I had a feeling of coming home. A sense of rightness. As quickly as he’d given it to me, he went and took it away.
I could see the shame written all over his face. I’m not sure what to make of that. Does he want me or not? The way he kissed me tells me he does. I guess he just doesn’t want me enough. If he did, then last night wouldn’t have ended how it had.
“You okay?” Beau asks me for the third time.
“I’m fine. Just going to miss you.”
“It’s only five hours.” He holds up five fingers to emphasize his point.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss you still.” It’s not a lie. I am going to miss him. It’s part of why I know I can’t let Mason send me away to college.
I’ve been apart from Beau enough already. I’ll never be able to do that again. But I have a feeling after last night, Mason is going to push to get me as far away from himself as possible. He’s in for a rude awakening if he thinks I’m going to go easily. I’m eighteen now; he can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.