Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He’s not one of the bumbling, stumbling dumpster fires that my generation has to offer. He’s a man. He knows how to kiss and do it well. He anticipates when to pull back and when to delve deep. His hands are everywhere at once. Skilled hands. Rough, knowledgeable hands. And his dick. Is. Huge.
As a virgin, it makes me a little nervous, but everyone in the world seems to want a man packing heat, so I assume his size is going to come in handy. He could probably satisfy both me and Charlie, no problem.
Except I want him all to myself, so too bad.
I’ve shared everything with Charlie my whole life. I want Joe to myself. I want all of that grumpy intensity laser focused on me and only me. I want to kiss him without a time limit. I don’t want to take turns.
Mine.
Unfortunately, he hasn’t been home in three days. I’ve called the station and been informed by Wendy that he’s been sleeping at his desk or in his patrol car. Perhaps I should take this as a sign to back off, but his reticence to come home only encourages me. He’s avoiding us because he wants to finish what we started, and he thinks it’s wrong.
Well, I need to convince him otherwise, because I’ve never been so aware of the weight of my heart inside my chest. I loved Joe before as a father figure. Now that my body craves him, too, it’s like an implosion of physical lust and emotional adoration that is almost too intense to withstand. I need him to come home, hold me and make sense out of it. But if he’s not going to do that, I’ll have to go to him.
With Charlie out getting her nails done, there’s no better time to sneak away and get some alone time with my stepfather.
I turn in a circle, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, smoothing my hands down the tight rear end of my skirt. My gaze travels higher, over the neon pink bikini top I’ve decided passes as a shirt. It’s a ninety-six-degree August day, so if I was ever going to get away with that, it’s now. Not to mention, this town is well used to my antics. After my skinny-dipping arrest, they’ll probably count themselves lucky I’m wearing clothes at all.
With a final smirk at my reflection, I skip out of the room, but I stop in my tracks when I hear Joe’s police cruiser pull into the driveway that runs all the way alongside the house, ending in the backyard. He backs down the concrete strip and reverses into the rear yard, cutting out the engine. I tiptoe to the kitchen and watch through the window as he strips off his unform shirt and begins to hose down the vehicle.
He's washing his police cruiser.
Shirtless. Mature and weathered to perfection in the sunshine.
And obviously, because the car I share with Charlie isn’t in the driveway, he thinks no one is home.
“Oops,” I murmur, unbuttoning my skirt and letting it slink down my legs to the floor, leaving me in my matching micro bikini bottoms. “RIP Joe.”
The little string resting against the slit of my pussy is already soaked before I walk out of the kitchen and into the backyard. I take a moment to admire Joe’s husky, muscular body and his dozens of tattoos, before I cough to get his attention.
My stepdad does a double take, dropping the hose in his hand, his widening eyes skating down my nearly nude body. “Get inside right the hell now in that thing, Bella.”
I bite my lip, twisting side to side. “I’ll go inside if you come with me.” When he hesitates, a line snapping in his cheek, I laugh. “You just realized you’re safer out here.”
“Bella…” He seems to float in my direction without realizing it, wetting his lips as he gets closer. “What do you want from me?”
“Do you want a list?”
He tears his attention from my body and looks away, not bothering to hide the way he adjusts the fly of his uniform pants. “I can’t give you what you need.”
“Really?” Slowly, I saunter around back of my stepfather, approaching him from behind and reaching around to drag my nails down his pecs, his abdomen, gratified by his shuddering hiss. “Because I think you’re the only one who can.”
“You’re too young. You’re my stepdaughter.”
“I don’t care.
“You’re wasting time on me, when you could be out there finding Mr. Right.”
“You’re the only man who has ever made me feel right. Like I’m a good girl with an even better heart. Potential. Like I’m worthy of love.” My hand slides down to play with his belt buckle and he stops breathing. “My heart always knew it was you. My body just had to catch up. And it has.” I tug on the leather belt strap, going up on my toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m a big girl, Joe. Enjoying me is legal. I’m asking you for it.”