Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“You feel that confident in me after I admitted I’m overwhelmed?”
Slowly, so slowly, she starts to ride me, and dear sweet Jesus, she gives me another one of those extra-deep kisses and I’m a goner. I’m changed. I’ll never hold back my feelings again. “I’m even more confident in you now,” she murmurs.
Emotion rises so swiftly inside of me that I choke up and I have to take physical action to keep the moment from burning me alive. I roll my girl onto her back and grind deep, give her few rough bucks just to hear her whine about it. “Your cunt is extra soft in the morning,” I say, reaching down to rub her clit with my thumb, the way I learned to do on her phone last night. Basic ground rule: ABTTC. Always be touching that clit. And frankly, her reaction when I show it some attention is fucking addicting. Her pleasure is addicting. It’s actually more important…than mine? As if I need any more proof that I’m a changed man. “Do you want me to pull out and lick your pussy for a while, sugar?” I ask, pumping balls deep and licking the curve of her jaw, growling over the clench of her tiny muscles.
“No, no. No. Don’t stop.”
“You just want to be fucked?” I say, picking up the pace—
A car door slams outside.
I don’t stop thrusting, hell I don’t think I can, but Shiloh freezes up, her eyes going wide as saucers. “Oh my God, my mother is home. She’s back from her shift.”
“I can finish us quick,” I say, hoarsely, my balls smacking off her ass. “Don’t move.”
“Blaste.”
“Shiloh.”
“I won’t be able t-to relax enough to finish.”
Now that draws me up short. I don’t like that at all.
Which is odd. Didn’t I tell her last night that there would be times when I took her like a slut and only concerned myself with my own pleasure? Yeah, I definitely said that, but now that we’ve arrived at the actual moment, knowing I won’t satisfy her is like having my windpipe sawed in half. “Goddammit,” I growl, taking my cock out and rolling off her, wincing over the intense throb between my legs. “You’ve completely ruined me, you know that?”
She smiles at me. Smiles.
My heart turns upside down and backwards.
“Quit it,” I rasp. “Quit that smiling right now.”
It only broadens. “You have to hide in my closet.”
I do a double take. “What now?”
“I don’t know how to explain you to my mother. I’m sorry, I just need time to figure out what to tell her, okay? She’s dealing with a lot right now.” Naked, Shiloh dives out of bed and pulls on a tank top and panties, looking back at me over her shoulder, while I ogle her butt miserably, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing. “She’s going to come in and say good morning, then she’ll go straight to bed for the whole day. You’ll only have to hide in the closet for a minute and then we’ll sneak out of here.”
“Where are we going to go—and is there a bed?”
Giggling, she grabs me by the wrist and tugs me toward the closet, just in time to hear the front door of the house open and close. “Blaste, please.”
I glower at her on my way into the closet.
Right before she can close me in the small space, I pull the chain on the lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, mildly amused to find it’s the same exact chain from the past. Once the tiny room is illuminated, I turn in a circle to look around. There’s a shelf of folded sweaters, another one containing board games—and the rest of the shelves are books. The top one has a picture of a tiger on the front, along with the words, “Class of 2023.”
Shiloh’s yearbook?
I tug the tome into my hands, but it’s only when I start flipping to find her picture that I realize I don’t even know her last name. Bothered by the oversight, I continue searching until I find her beautiful face. Shiloh Watkins gives me a secret smile, dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, shyly sexual. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. I actually get a little weak-kneed and have to lean back against a shelf.
Out in the bedroom, I hear the door open and stay very still.
“Morning, Shi.”
“Hi, Mom. How was your shift?”
“Exhausting. I’m going to bed.” There’s a pause, a sigh. “You know, today would be a great day to enroll in the community college for the fall. Grandma is gone. You can’t just sit around here and let life pass you by.”
“Yes. I know that.”
I frown at the door. There’s something in Shiloh’s voice that makes me think there’s a deeper current running beneath the conversation with her mother.
“Mom…I have a question.”