Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
I lean my head against hers. I’m weak. I should have stayed away, but I couldn’t. There are people walking at the end of the alley. A car horn sounds, but all I can do is look into her eyes.
She’s biting on to her lower lip, and it’s driving me crazy. I reach my hand up and soothe her lip with my thumb. She opens her mouth and nips at my finger as I inhale sharply. “Fuck, give me a taste, Angel. Just one taste.”
“Touch me,” she says, her voice laced with lust.
“No one sees you. No one but me.”
Her hands go up my chest and curl around the collar of my shirt. She pulls me toward her, and I go willingly. Our kiss is frantic. My leg is between her thighs, and she’s grinding herself on me. I lift my knee, her feet coming off the ground, and she gasps. “Don’t let them, but I need you to touch me,” she begs.
I shield her body as much as I can. She deserves so much more than to come in the alley, but she should never have to beg for anything. Whatever she wants, I’m going to give it to her.
I pull her skirt up enough so that I can slide my hand between her thighs. Her panties are soaked, and I pull them to the side, swiping my fingers through her heat. She moans and then puts her mouth against my shoulder and bites down. I flinch at the pain, but it doesn’t stop me; if anything, it pushes me further. I stroke her, focusing on the bundle of nerves that is vibrating under my fingers. She’s hot, horny, and ready. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming undone in my arms. I don’t even wait for her to come down before I’m sliding her skirt back down her thighs. I’ve done my best to shield her, but if someone sees her, I would hate to have to kill them.
Because I’m a dirty fuck, I lift my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. When I have her taste on my tongue, I can’t resist. I lean in and kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it just turns her on more.
Brooke
We’re in an alley in downtown Wilson. Any and everyone can walk by and know it’s me in the alley, but I can’t seem to make myself care. The way Lane’s kissing me doesn’t allow me to think of anything except him.
I pull away from his magical lips and stare up at him. He has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen… and he wants me. There’s no denying it.
“I want…”
But before I can finish, he’s cupping my face in his massive hands and looking deep into my eyes. “What do you want? Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
And finally, after weeks of being on edge and unsure of the future, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. “I want this,” I tell him. “I want you to watch me. I want you to touch me and make me yours. I want to taste myself on your lips – that was hot, Lane.” I run my hands through the stubble of his beard. “I want to feel your beard between my thighs, your arms around me. I want it all… with you.”
Hope flares in his face, but just as quickly as it was there, it goes away. Agony is clear in his voice. “We’re different. I’m different. Look at me and then look at you. No one is going to accept us. Not your family or your friends.”
“None of that matters. I don’t want you to be anything but you. It’s you that I want.”
He still shakes his head. “Your family…”
“Will love you,” I tell him honestly. “My family may have money, but they’re not snobs. As long as you make me happy, they won’t care.”
But he still is not believing me. “You don’t even know me.”
I loop my arms around his neck. I can feel him trying to emotionally pull away from me, and I’m not going to let him. I relay everything I know about him. The good and the bad. “Your name is Lane Davis. You’re thirty-two. You had one parking ticket a few years ago, and you paid it the day you got it. You’ve been married but are divorced. She cheated on you, and I hope you know that I’m nothing like that – I would never cheat on you.” He squeezes me tighter as if the thought makes him ill. But I don’t let that stop me. I want him to know that I know it all. “You want to be a cop. You applied once at the local precinct but pulled your application before the decisions were going to be made. I just don’t know why you withdrew. You were who they were going to choose, by the way. You are all about doing the right thing. I’ve seen you make sure drunk women make it home safely in Ubers. I’ve seen you pick up dropped money and return it to the rightful owner. You are protective of me. You like me, even though you act like you don’t want to admit it. And well, to be quite honest, you’re a stalker, but that doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m the only one you stalk.”