Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
He peers over his shoulder at the blue sloth, the green teddy bear and the white unicorn sitting on the floor like they are having a tea party.
“Not pathetic. Don’t say that about yourself.” He pauses, then adds, “The unicorn looks new. Still has the tag.”
“It is.”
“A gift?”
Is that a flash of annoyance in his eyes? I swallow hard. “I won it at a fair, actually. The week before I moved here. In one of those shoot-em-up gallery deals? I’m a good shot. I have no idea why but if it’s a shooting game, Imma win. Just so ya know…”
I stifle the urge to tuck myself into him. To feel his arm around me, his warmth radiating through me.
His fierce gaze settles on mine.
The silence is heavy and feels like my responsibility, so true to form, I start talking without thinking while I set up my little two-cup coffee maker click it on.
“Do stuffed animals make you uncomfortable? Do you want me to move them to my bedroom? Would you like some coffee? Are you scared of the cake? Or…”
He’s still holding the bite of cake on his fork, why isn’t he eating it? I knew it, he’s comparing it to his mother’s and it’s coming up short.
When he doesn’t answer, my mouth keeps up the rando-string of questions. “Do you play football? Are you a linebacker? Do you frequent that bar?”
“I did play football in college, offensive tackle and I don’t like bars and I despise drunk people.”
I bite my lip. “The people I work with go out drinking almost every night. They’re still drunk sometimes when they come to work in the morning. I can smell it on them.” I screw up my face and shudder.
He finally takes the bite of cake, and I hold my breath. I give him a minute to chew and swallow before asking, “Soooooo?”
“I can only think of one thing that might taste better.”
My stomach does a cartwheel. “What’s that?”
“Something I’ve dreamed of for a long time.”
“Something you’ve dreamed about, or something you’ve tasted?”
“Only dreamed about. But that’s going to change very soon Chastity. Very soon.”
Plop.
CHAPTER 6
JACKSON
The cake is more than good. It’s fucking amazing, but I know it’s nothing compared to how she will taste.
The way she crosses her bare legs and shakes her foot, means she’s not frightened of me. Nervous, maybe.
A good kind of nervous. I don’t blame her.
She takes a bite of cake and damn, I want to be the cake, or the fork or anything that touches her mouth. I take another bite myself, feeling like I’m putting a part of her inside me as I do. Taking her in, even in this small way, has my balls ready to burst.
My mind spins, wondering if she’s wet. If she’s thinking the same filthy thoughts about me that I am about her.
“Mine,” I grunt before I can subdue myself.
I watch her eyes lift to mine. “Sorry?”
As you should be, making me ache like this. I should turn you over my knee and find out just how wet you are right now, little one.
My chest is clenched so tight, it could be a heart attack, but there’s no way I’m leaving her so my cardiovascular system better get with the fucking program.
She takes another bite and there’s a little spill of frosting at the corner of her lip. A growl rumbles inside me. I know I'm a Goliath of man, and she's a tiny girl alone with me. I can be scary. Physically. More so when I take my pants off.
But I don’t want to scare my baby girl before she knows me. Before she learns how I feel about her.
How I want to protect her and keep her safe, hide her into my arms. Snuggle her against my chest and rock her, before I pull her panties off and impale her with my cock.
Fuck her senseless as she whimpers on my chest. My name on her lips. And I don’t mean Jackson.
“There’s icing on your…” I point to her face as I set my plate on the faded, mint-green Formica countertop.
She blushes, reaching for a paper napkin and wiping the wrong corner of her mouth.
Leaning over, I slide my hand through the silky hair at her nape. I feel the stiffness in her muscles before I glide my tongue over her sweet mouth, licking at the hint of frosting.
She shivers. I can't help it. I'm like a hungry beast who's had a taste of his favorite food, and I can’t stop now. Growling on her plump lips, I run my tongue over her mouth again.
Her small hands clutch the lapels of my jacket and I look at her face.
She looks…young.
So fucking young.
I capture her sweet mouth between my parted lips, sucking, tasting, memorizing the contours.
She whines and slides off the stool. I grip her little body with an arm around her waist and lift her like a child. I place her onto the small kitchen countertop between our two plates and yank her thighs apart, forcing the width of my body between her legs as my right-hand curls tightly around her smooth throat.