Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I slept perfectly last night,” I said. “I like your couch. It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
He shook his head with a smirk. “My mother is rolling over in her grave right now.” But he put the blankets and pillow on the couch and walked to the kitchen, turned the water on and got me a glass of water like he had last night.
Mr. D was going to tuck me in again.
I liked it.
“Are you tired, or do you need me to sit with you for bit?” he asked.
“I’m fine. I know you’re tired.” I gave him a big smile. “I’m good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay then, goodnight.” He left my side, turned off the lights and left the room.
Would I have liked for him to stay?
Yes, very much so.
I had no doubt in my mind now.
Mr. D was freakin’ hot and was the first guy to ever seem to actually care about me. He was there for me. I could count on him. His attention made me feel safe.
Safe…
Was I safe?
Was he safe?
What if something happened to him all because of me?
What if something went terribly wrong for the both of us?
I tossed and turned on the couch with all these awful thoughts going on in my head. Minutes turned to hours, and the good night’s rest from before was now only a passing memory.
What if he got hurt? What if I got hurt? Obsession was a very dangerous thing, and we both could be at risk.
Were the doors closed tightly?
Did we block out all the bad, all the evil that could penetrate within this perfect and normal bubble I was in?
My head began to spin, my stomach churn. Voices entered my head, fighting with my sanity.
Not being able to remain silent in the dark anymore, I tiptoed to Mr. D’s bedroom without really thinking through all the consequences of what that action could mean.
He could reject me.
He could kick me out of his house and never speak to me again.
He could ignore me like the rest of the world seemed to do.
Or he could hold me.
Maybe he’d tell me that everything would be all right, and that he would chase all the monsters away.
I had nothing to lose at this point but everything to gain.
He didn’t stir when I entered the room. Almost as if I were in a trance or sleepwalking, I padded to the empty side of the bed and crawled in beside him. My weight on the mattress woke him, and he turned, startled to see it was me in bed beside him. Not giving him the chance to say anything that would shatter my heart, I pressed my body against him and cuddled into his arms.
“Hold me,” I whispered. “I’m afraid.”
His body was warm, and his bare chest heated my icy skin. As he tightened his arms around me, I nearly exploded in joy when he kissed the top of my head.
“You don’t need to be scared any longer. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he said in a low and gravelly voice.
I exhaled as he inhaled, and we shared the same air. I inched even closer, splaying my hands on his back so that he’d never be able to leave my side. If we could remain this way forever, I would never hear the voices of terror again. They’d lose all control over me. I’d win, and they would have to run to their hole in defeat.
As I moved even closer, I felt the hardness between his legs, betraying his thoughts. True thoughts. Thoughts that I shared but tried so hard to hide from.
I was done hiding.
Taking my hand off his back, I moved it to the hardness and pressed, stroked, and circled my fingertips along the length of his shaft.
“Corrine,” he whispered.
I ignored his voice. He didn’t stop me. Maybe he wanted to, but he didn’t, and I took that as my cue to continue on. I moved my head so I was burrowed against his neck. My lips were so close to his flesh that I kissed. Once, twice, and then a third. I continued to caress his covered cock, letting my intentions be known, but not being overly aggressive in my actions either.
His breathing deepened, but his body didn’t tense. He remained in place as if he was anticipating my next move. So, I took this opportunity to run my fingertips to the edge of his boxers that he slept in and dipped them beneath the elastic band. My fingers made contact with skin, and I kept descending down until my palm brushed against hot flesh and my fingers curled to wrap around his dick. It was heavy, long, thick, and hard as steel. It was everything I imagined it would feel like when watching him with Shelly.