Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“You know it’s right!” Leah squeals. “Besides, you have to be strategic about dating these days. Everything’s run by an algorithm on those dating sites and you have to optimize your profile so that the right ladies see it.”
I shake my head with a mock-doleful look.
“Well, it hasn’t worked for me. No one seems to be picking up what I’m offering.”
Of course, that’s not strictly true, but I don’t want the sweet girl to know everything about my personal life. Meanwhile, Leah thinks for a moment and then brightens.
“I bet I know what it is, Killian.”
“What is it?” I ask with an amused smile. “New photos? Are you going to edit my dating profile for me, like a ghostwriter?”
“No!” she squeals. “Well, maybe sort of. My guess is that you need better clothes and a better haircut. I mean, of course you look amazing already, but you haven’t been on the market for years, if not decades. I’ll take you clothes shopping,” she enthuses. “We’ll fix you up into a dandy in no time.”
I shoot her a droll look.
“Yeah, but what if the dandy look isn’t my thing? I mean, I don’t exactly want to come off as a fop wearing a waistcoat with a feather in my cap. I’m basic, honey. No dandies for me. Only candy.”
Of course, my words are ridiculous but Leah squeals with laughter.
“Oh you!” she giggles, while splashing me again. “You’re so crazy, Killian!”
That does it. The splashing has got to stop, and with a low roar, I dunk the teen girl to make her pay. She goes down with flailing arms and legs while screaming at the top of her lungs, and to my horror, I wonder if I’ve accidentally drowned her. Alarmed, I submerge with every intention of pulling her back up, but then a female form attaches to me underwater and I realize I’ve been conned. Leah was never in any danger. Instead, she’s going to make me pay.
But as her arms and legs wind like tentacles around my torso, suddenly everything shudders to a stop. Leah goes utterly still, and even through the blizzard of bubbles, I can tell there’s shock on her face. After all, her sweet pelvis is pressed against mine, and she feels what’s been there all along: two huge dicks, hard and ready just for her. Oh shit! What have I done?
3
Leah
It can’t be. No way. This can’t be happening.
But it is, and I can’t deny what’s currently pressed up against the warm valley of my privates.
There isn’t one hard member there; there are two.
OMG! The double-dicked mystery man is Killian Jerome? My dad’s best friend? But how can this be?
It makes sense in a way because as long as I’ve known him, Killian was always married. I loved Marie, and was devastated when she passed from the Big C because she was kind, friendly, and almost like a second mother to me. But Marie and Killian’s private life was their private life, and I never had any inkling that something was different. That was strictly between him and his wife, and my guess is that no one knew.
But now, the evidence is right here in front of me. Or rather, I can feel the two huge rods pressing against the sweet groove of my pussy before splitting out and rubbing against my thighs. There are definitely two massive members in play, and I grip Killian’s broad shoulders while staring at him, blinking slowly with shock underwater.
Then, we both break onto the surface, and I continue staring at him as the older man shoots me an amused look.
“You want to let go of my hair, honey? I won’t have any, if you pull it all out.”
Oh shit! One of my hands found its way to his tousled black locks and was tunneling through those raven strands. I was caressing Killian even as my core heated, my pupils dilating from the new knowledge.
“Killian,” I manage in a croaky voice. “It’s you.”
My dad’s best friend clenches his jaw. Killian doesn’t even pretend not to know because it’s obvious. He nods, the skin around his eyes tense and set.
“It’s me,” he acknowledges in a low growl. “I’m the man you’ve been looking for.”
I gasp, my mouth dropping open.
“But how? Why? And for how long?”
His smile breaks his face like a slash of white across those strong, handsome features.
“Well, that’s a lot of questions, sweetheart, and I don’t think this is the place to answer them. You’re clinging to me like a barnacle, and your dad is going to be out any minute. I don’t think Jimmy wants to see his little girl plastered all over his best friend.”
I blink again, and realize that Killian’s right. I’m slung across the older man’s frame like a limpet with a death-grip on a rock. Holy hell! Quickly, I release my grip and tread water on my own, still blinking in shock.