Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“I kind of like the kissing. You could do that.” I press my lips against hers once more.
I knew growing up that a lot of kids went up to the lighthouse to park and make out. It always sounded strange to me. To sit and kiss for hours. Now I get it. I could kiss this girl forever and never grow bored. Her lips are as pillowy soft as the rest of her.
We both still when we hear a door open and then close. I’d felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, letting me know someone had come through the gate. Whoever it was just came in the side door. It has to be Rich.
“It’s Rich,” I half-whisper to her. I don't want to hide her, but I also don't want a repeat of what happened this morning.
“Here.” She wiggles, letting me know she wants down. I don’t want to, but I reluctantly put her down onto her feet. Her eyes widen when my hard cock presses into her. “It’s not morning,” Teddy whispers. I have to bite back a laugh. “You’re smirking.”
Her eyes widen with so much happiness shining through. This girl is full of so much life. It spills over into everything around her, including me. She’s made me feel happy in a home that used to star in my nightmares. That’s how much of an effect she has.
“No, it’s not morning,” I agree. Teddy runs her hand up my chest.
“I need to change, and well—” She glances away from me, and I hate it. I want to know what she’s thinking. The hitch of the small stall she steals to find her words. “Maybe we should keep this secret.”
“Okay,” I get out. It might be for the best right now, but I don’t like it.
Teddy cuts off when her phone starts ringing. “Shit, that’s my mom’s ring.” I step back so she can grab her phone that is sitting on one of the shelves. “Hey,” she says when she answers it. “Oh, I’m, ah”—her eyes flick to me—“checking the stock in the pantry. I need to place an order.”
I take a step back, not wanting to crowd her, and I'm not sure what to think about her wanting to keep this all secret. It would be for the best, but I don’t like it. I want people to know she's taken. That includes Rich, but maybe she is trying to protect him or fuck, I don’t know. I really don’t want to go there in my head because it pisses me off.
“I’ll let you get back to it,” I tell her when she finishes her call.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Teddy shifts on her feet, her brows pulling together. “I don’t know about—”
“It’s fine.” I don’t want to make her life harder. Not with how she spends her time trying to make everyone else's easier. Even if it kills me. I can take solace in the fact that she wants this. I’ll have to.
“West.” She reaches out to touch me. I grab her hand and lift it to kiss her palm, unsure if I can withstand her touch at this moment. It will have me kissing her again, likely dragging her back to my wing in the house.
“I’ll see you later.” I can't help but place one more kiss on her palm. That smile of hers comes back.
“Later,” she agrees as I let go and slip from the pantry and out of the kitchen. I head straight upstairs. Each step is harder than the last. I’ve been dying to touch her, taste her. I have finally gotten what I wanted, but now I need more. I’m greedy for her. I’m finding I want more than a little taste. I want forever.
I enter my bedroom, going straight for my bathroom, unbuttoning my shirt as I go and stripping out of my clothing. I flip on the shower, stepping in under the spray. My hand wraps around my cock, and I start to stroke. I let my eyes fall closed.
My fucked-up mind doesn’t just bring Teddy to the forefront; it brings her in that damn uniform. Her skirt bunched up around her. I slide my fingers into her panties, yanking them to the side, feeling her arousal on them.
Teddy is as desperate as I am, working at the button of my pants to free my cock. She kisses me with the same desperation. She’s right here with me. There is no shyness. She gives as good as she gets. My girl is so filled with passion.
I adjust her, sinking into her sweet softness, and she lets out a moan for me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is wild. She’s stunning as she takes every damn inch of me. Her nails dig into me as I fill her until we were pressed together in the deepest way possible. In my mind, I hear her moan my name.