Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”
I climb off the bike and then follow him up the front steps of the cabin. He unlocks the door, pushes it open, and then gestures for me to go in.
The house is clean and tidy. There’s a small television in the living room. The couch is big and inviting. I look around seeing the open concept and the view into the kitchen. I’m not sure what I was expecting, maybe a bachelor’s pad or something, but this isn’t it. “This is nice.”
He laughs. “You’re too nice, princess.”
My forehead creases. “What? This is nice. It’s cozy… comfortable.”
“Cozy? Is that how you’d describe your brother’s million dollar mansion?”
My brother just retired from the Jasper Eagles football team, and yes, he has a nice house, but this is different. I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about my brother.”
He stares into my eyes. “He wouldn’t want you here.”
I lift my chin. “I’m not a child, Ben.”
His nostrils flare. “I know you’re not.”
I move toward him, and he holds his hand up, taking a big step back. I would laugh because it’s pretty comical that he’s huge compared to me but he’s backing away like he’s scared of me or something. “What are you doing?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t trust myself with you, princess.”
Frustrated, I huff, “What does that even mean?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to scare you.”
Maybe I should take a step back and evaluate things, but I’m not that kind of person. I always go by my gut, and my gut is telling me that this is right… it feels right, anyway. “You don’t scare me.”
He grits his teeth. “If you knew how much I wanted to be buried in your sweet pussy, you would be scared.”
My body does a full tremble, and excitement surges through my veins. I smile, feeling the confidence to do what I need to do. I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up my body. I hear his strangled “What are you doing?” as I toss the shirt onto the couch.
His eyes never leave mine, so I continue. I kick off my shoes and pull down my jeans. Once I get them down my legs, I kick them off, laying them on the couch with my discarded shirt. When I’m in my bra and panties, he still doesn’t look at me, and I begin to second-guess my choices here. “Ben… if you don’t want me, you have to tell me now.”
He uncrosses his arms and fists his hands at his sides. “Oh it’s not a question of if I want you; it’s knowing that I shouldn’t give in to it. You deserve better.”
Decision made, I arch my back, reach behind me, and undo the snap of my bra. As I pull the straps down my arms, I can see Ben visibly shaking.
I let the bra fall and then lean down to remove my panties. When I stand up, he’s still looking into my eyes. He shakes his head. “I’m trying to be strong here, princess.”
“I’m offering myself up to you, Ben. You can have me right here, right now.” I put my hands on my hips and twist side to side. From his standpoint, I may look calm, but I’m feeling anything but. “Or I’m sure I can find someone to take me up on my offer.”
And that’s what does it. He stomps toward me, nostrils flared. He’s still looking in my eyes, but it’s even more intense. “Don’t even joke about that, princess. It won’t turn out good for you.”
He’s so close I can feel the roughness of his leather vest scrape against my nipples. I arch into him. “I’m not scared of you, Boss.”
His eyebrows lift when I call him by his club name. He puts his hands on my waist. “I’m not going to be gentle. I can’t.”
It almost sounds like regret in his voice. I keep my hands to my sides even though I want to reach for him. “I don’t want you to be gentle… I just want you.”
His fingers dig into my waist, and he pulls me to him until my body is flush against his.
He kisses me until I’m breathless, and then he lifts me in his arms. My legs go around his waist, and I can’t resist grinding against him, wanting the friction between my thighs. He nips against my neck, and I suck in a breath as the pain and the pleasure shoot through me. He positions me away from him. “You keep that up and this will be over before it gets started.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he stalks through his cabin with me in his arms. He stops next to his bed and lets me slide down his body. With a moan, I tell him, “You have too many clothes on.”