Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
By the time we pull into the driveway, my cock is so hard I could use it to pound nails, and Bailey's flushed face and parted lips aren't making it any better. Our close proximity isn’t lost on her.
"This is a cute house," I tell her, glancing at the pale blue bungalow.
"It's not mine," she admits. "It's my friend’s. I'm staying here for the summer."
This catches my attention. "The same friend that had handprints on her window? You're still staying here?"
Bailey just shrugs, looking uncomfortable. "It's the only place I have."
I flex my hands on the steering wheel, trying to control myself. This pisses me off even more than the bus riding. This asshole following her knows that she lives here, and even if she's staying with a friend and isn't alone, it's still not safe enough for my liking.
"Bailey, let me help you." The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them, and the look on her face makes me glad that they did. "I mean it. I have plenty of room. Stay with me."
"Porter, I couldn't." She looks like she's going to argue, so I cut her off.
"We can go get your stuff tonight. You don't need to go back there."
"But, Porter, I just met you yesterday!" Her voice is rising in pitch, her nerves getting the best of her. "I'm perfectly safe with Renae."
I can tell she's on the edge, and if I keep pushing, she's going to flee. And I am really, really looking forward to that massage tonight, so I'll give her a tiny bit of space. Even if I still plan on moving her in with me.
"Alright. But the offer stands. I have two extra rooms, and I'm never home."
Bailey lets out a long sigh, and then finally looks at me. "Okay. Thank you, Porter."
Then she does something dangerous, and she doesn't even know it. Bailey rests her hand on my thigh as she thanks me, and it takes everything in me not to put my own hand on top of hers and slide it up my leg.
"Go on," I tell her. "Get your things."
She blinks, her eyelashes fluttering, and nods but doesn't move. In fact, it feels like she's leaning in towards me. I'm not sure if I'm imagining it, but she's definitely not moving away.
"Bailey..." My voice is low, and she licks her lips, her eyes flickering to mine.
"Porter?" she asks, and fuck me, her voice is almost a whisper.
My hands ache to touch her.
"Go," I say again, but this time it's less a command and more a question.
Bailey is stubborn underneath her innocent shell, I'm learning.
She leans in, and her lips are so close that I can feel her breath on my cheek.
"Porter," she whispers again, and my leash snaps.
Carefully, but with enough intent that she knows exactly what is about to happen, I grasp her chin in my hand and pull her closer. She comes willingly, her leg bumping into mine. Her lips are only a whisper away from my own.
"Bailey, baby," I murmur, and then pull her the rest of the way in.
Her mouth is soft and pliable, and when I press my lips against hers, I swear she whimpers. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I deepen the kiss, running my tongue across her lower lip and sliding a hand into her hair.
Bailey doesn't move at first, and I worry that maybe she doesn't want this, but then her lips part and I can taste her, her sweetness flooding my senses and making me dizzy. When her tongue meets mine, it's tentative and hesitant but so damn sexy.
The girl has a natural talent for kissing, and it's not long before her hands are on my chest and her head is tilted back. I can't stop myself, and the hand resting on her jaw slides down to cup her neck, then her collarbone, then her chest.
Just when I move to cup her perfect breast, the front door of the blue house flies open, and there's a woman Bailey's age standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Bailey!" she yells, looking like she's both amused and annoyed.
"Shit," Bailey whispers and pushes away from me, stumbling out of the truck. "Renae, hey. You're home early."
Bailey looks back at me with wide eyes, her lips red and kiss swollen. "Sorry!" she hisses, her eyes darting back to her roommate. "I'll see you tonight?"
"It's a date," I confirm, giving the now-angry-looking Renae a salute through the windshield and pulling out of the driveway.
I didn't mean to kiss her, but I'm damn glad I did. There's no going back now, even if her roommate is pissed. I chuckle to myself. If I'm not so furiously turned on, it might almost be funny.
4
BAILEY
Brooks Boxing Gym closes at six on Fridays, and I'm outside the doors at 6:01, pushing them open and walking past the throng of people leaving for the night. Keith gives me a little wave as he passes me, jerking his thumb towards the back.