Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Now, I can’t. I’m too lost in the moment. The warm wetness of her mouth, her palm stroking quickly with heat…
I bite down when the come erupts from my shaft, burning so intensely I know I’d be roaring, beating my chest like a madman, an animal claiming its catch and claiming my woman if her mother’wasn’t just feet away. I put both hands on her head, coming harder when she looks up at me, that toughness in her eyes. Do it, do it. I hear her voice in my mind.
I keep coming, wave after wave, filling her mouth. Her throat shifts as she swallows. Stumbling back, I look at the hallway. I imagine what would happen if Simone walked out here now, my dick wet with her daughter’s mouth and her daughter bright red and horny from my touch. She’s unstable. She’d go crazy, and that would break Lena.
“We need to get cleaned up,” Lena says quickly.
I nod. The romance, if there was any, has faded away. Lena deserves so much better than this. Dates, proposals, and all the stuff men do in those cheesy movies. Maybe I only thought they were cheesy before because I hadn’t found her yet. I hadn’t felt what it was like to want somebody, need them so fiercely.
Lena wipes her mouth. I pull up my pants. I wish I had a bunch of roses or a ring. If I had a ring, I’d drop to one knee in a goddamn second.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lena
We’re on the porch again. I’m wearing a different sweater and a fresh pair of pants. Jamie had a box of plain clothes of various sizes, but it was all for men. My sex tingles from what we did, my core aching from his two fingers. His response when I told him I was a virgin blew my mind.
He said I could only be that way for him. He owns me. I know he doesn’t mean forever. I know he doesn’t mean white picket fences, kids, and all the stuff I’m too embarrassed to talk about. Still, in that moment, he meant it.
What about Mom? It’s wrong, but I’m starting to think she lied. I believe Jamie. I can’t keep denying it. A part of me also watches with a frown, like I’m the Old Lena, suspicious of everybody except Mom. Now it’s reversed.
Old Lena is telling me to stop until I know everything for sure. Just because I have lovey-dovey feelings about Jamie doesn’t mean he’s telling the truth. People lie all the time. He could easily be lying, too. I need to think, not feel, but I can’t. I’m lying to myself if I say I can fight it.
Mom is still asleep. It’s been maybe twenty minutes since the stuff went down. As the world grows darker, we’ve just been sitting out here, Jamie across the short table from me. It’s strangely comfortable, sitting silently without talking, Demon sleeping on the porch.
I’m not sure how long Mom will be asleep, though. “You never answered my question.”
He smiles over at me, almost sadly. “You never answered mine. I asked what you wanted to do, and you looked at me like I was crazy, Lena. Like you’ve never stopped to think once about what you could do with your life. Or that you could do anything.”
I fold my arms, staring stubbornly at the lake. He’s hit my most sensitive spot without even trying. At least, I hope—think—he wasn’t trying. Think, not feel. Yeah, right.
“But you can be,” he says fiercely. “You can be anything you want. Find a career. A passion. Or find a man, settle down, maybe have some kids.”
His voice gets husky. I look at him. He’s watching the lake. It’s like he won’t look at me. My thoughts go to a depressing place. Not for him, if it’s true, but he’s older than me. It’s possible.
“Do you have kids?” I ask.
He looks at me sharply, almost offended. “No.”
“Sorry.” My heart drops. “Are you against the idea of having them?”
“No,” he says, his tone savage, equally offended. “It would be a good thing, Lena, to raise children and do it right. Give them the time, the attention, the love they need. Support them and protect them.”
There’s a tickling deep within. I won’t let myself think insane things, like my desire is talking to me, urging me to do the right thing. To climb into his lap and grind against him, feel that huge manhood between my legs, slide up and down, coax him inside. Take his seed—all of it.
“I’m sure you could’ve had a family years ago.”
He shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ve seen what happens when a man doesn’t love his woman. It’s a sad sight.”
“Your mom?” I ask.
He somehow smirks and frowns at the same time. “Nothing gets past you.”
“Who was it, Jack?”