Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I’m glad he was there.”
“Me too.” She lets out a breath. “Are you okay? Should I come over? I should have come to the bar tonight, but fuck, this hangover,” June rambles on.
“I’m okay. I promise. You don’t need to come over.” I cut in, not wanting her to come over. I love her, but I want to be alone with Jackson right now. To see what might happen next.
“Well, then we’re definitely seeing each other tomorrow, okay?”
“That’s fine,” I agree. June keeps talking. I try to pay attention, but all I can think about is Jackson in the shower. Is it weird to be jealous of water? Because that’s exactly how I’m feeling, thinking about the way it gets to run all over his muscular body. The way I wish my hands could.
“All right, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you,” June says.
“Love you, too.” I get off the phone just as the bathroom door swings open. Jackson once again looks as pissed as ever.
15
JACKSON
Paisley sits on my bed wide-eyed. I know my thoughts are irrational, but I’m not a rational person when I’m around her. Hearing the word love rolling off her lips took me right back to the edge.
“Who were you talking to, princess?” I stalk over toward her.
She places her phone down on the nightstand. It’s a piece of junk. I need to get her a new one. One that I have some level of control over. I know it’s fucked up, but I’ll feel better if I know she’s protected.
“June,” she whispers absently, her eyes roaming over my bare chest. I hadn’t taken any clean clothes with me into the bathroom. All I have on is a towel wrapped around my waist. “I like your chest hair.” Her mouth falls open. “I ah, don’t know why I just said that!” Paisley covers her face with her hands.
“So you don’t like it?” I chuckle. The more she speaks, the more I back away from that edge.
Of course she was speaking to June. Paisley isn’t the kind of girl that would let you kiss her if she was in love with another man. No, she’s not a liar like I am. Even if she doesn’t believe that I am. That shit cut deep.
Paisley adorably peeks out from between her fingers. I love how shy she is at times. It reminds me of how innocent she truly is. Of the sheltered life she was shipped off to have. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that her innocence isn’t a major fucking turn-on, but everything about my little princess is. I’m drawn to her.
Unfortunately, the life I’ve led over the years vastly differs from her upbringing and is far from innocent. I’ve gotten a front row seat to some of the most fucked-up shit. Seen things that will forever haunt me when I close my eyes. I want to soak her innocence into me. Devour it and eat her whole.
“It’s just—” One of her delicate shoulders shrugs as she lowers her hands from her face. “Normally in magazines or whatever, men have no hair on their chest, and it’s all oily looking. You’re like, ah, like—” With each word, her cheeks turn pinker. God I love that blush of hers. “A real man.” Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “It’s really hot.”
An image of her on her knees begging to wrap her mouth around my cock flashes through my mind. I need to get my shit together. Her telling me she thinks I’m hot is not helping.
I’m far from a pretty boy. I think Cole might fall into that category. Before now, I have never given it much thought. But I’m finding that I want her to want me. That there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have her for the rest of my life.
“Touch me,” I order her. She takes too long. I grab her wrists, bringing her hands to my chest. “Don’t be shy, princess. I already made you come.”
Paisley spreads her fingers out against my chest. I let go of her wrist, wanting her to explore for herself. I have a feeling she’s never done this. Even when I kissed her, she was tentative, not sure what to do. That only stoked the fire inside me for her.
“Earlier…” Her soft tongue trails down my chest to my stomach. “You made me—” She ducks her head. I grab her chin and make her eyes meet mine. No fucking way is she hiding from me right now. I want to see all of her. I won’t miss a damn thing when it comes to her.
“Come? Orgasm,” I fill in for her. My dick is so hard now it’s painful. I came while in the gym and again in the shower, but you’d think it’s been years since I got off.