Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I curl my fingers up and she cries out as I suck on her clit. The sounds of her wet pussy are a goddamn symphony of paradise, and though I’m not ready for it to end, her body can’t wait any longer.
Her thighs tense and try to close as her back arches and her hips thrust up. She cries out when I plunge my fingers deep and lick her little pearl. I feel her hot channel squeeze me and pulse with need. It’s hot and messy and I instantly want more.
“It’s better than I ever imagined,” I say against her, licking her clean and letting my fingers slip from her warmth. I clean them up too before I get back on my feet between her legs.
I fist her hair in my hand and tilt her head back as I kiss her and let her taste her desire on my lips. It’s hot and dirty and I can’t wait to make her mine.
Her fingers fumble with my belt and I hear the metal clang as she gets it undone and unzips my jeans. I hiss when my cock springs free between us and her delicate fingers try to wrap around it.
“Be careful, Bunny. I’m close to the edge.”
“Maybe I want to push you over.”
I look into her eyes, and before she can blink or change her mind, I have her on her back on the table and one of her legs thrown over my shoulder. My cock is hard and dripping right at her virgin opening, and just as the creamy tip touches her wet heat, the back door of the storage room flies open.
“What the—”
I roar a curse as I cover Kayla’s body with my own so the officers from the police station can’t get a good look at her. In the distance I see the chief’s cruiser and I curse once again.
This is not good.
Chapter Four
Kayla
My heart pounds so loud it’s all I can hear. I know someone came in, but I was so wrapped up in Joe. My body needs more of him and I burrow into his chest. I’m so close to finally having him, I don’t want to stop now. Why are people always ruining things?
“Joe?” I mumble, still trying to get my mind straight.
His big body covers mine and I know whoever opened the back door is gone for the moment. The outside light no longer fills the small storage room and we’re alone.
“Gotta let me go, Bunny.” I shake my head against his chest and my heart wants to break. “I’m not letting anyone see you like this, so I need to fix your clothes.”
“Oh.” I peek back up at him. “You don’t mean like really let go.”
“No.” The one word snaps out. “You think that after what we almost just did?”
“Almost,” I remind him. I lick my bottom lip, still tasting him there. “Who walked in on us? I thought you said Barbie and Shaw left.” Joe reaches between us, trying to straighten my skirt the best he can without me letting him out of my death hold.
“Two cops and your dad.” My hands drop from his chest and I jerk back. The fuzz is here again? “No more running.”
“I’m innocent, I tell you!” I tease, trying to break the mood, but still my stomach turns at what is about to happen. If there’s one thing that would keep Joe from me, it’s my dad. I know my dad means a lot to him and I get it. He took him in when Joe lost his own family and then they grew closer when we lost Ben.
His big hands come up to cup my face and I lean into his gentle touch. “I’ve got you, relax.” He sees right through what I’m trying to do. I’m always quick to joke or to change the subject when I get nervous.
“You were almost mine.” We’d been so close.
“Bunny, I’ve always been yours and I’m sorry I ever made you doubt that.”
In what way does he mean that he’s always been mine? I don’t think of him as a brother even though I know it’s the role my dad has tried to slot him into.
I jump when someone pounds on the back door.
“I’m giving you thirty more seconds,” I hear my dad say.
Time is up and Joe takes a step. I watch him put his cock back into his jeans and it doesn’t matter that my dad is five feet from us, I am still turned on. It’s way bigger than anything I’d ever dreamed up and I’m not sure how it’s going to fit. Good thing I'm up for the challenge.
“Bunny,” Joe snaps, reminding me that now is not the time.
I get down off the table and make sure my clothes are all okay as Joe buckles his belt.