Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
This was a mistake. Having her here is a mistake. My dick decides this is a great time to introduce himself, and the best I can do is drop my hands in front and pray she doesn’t notice.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I duck out, turn away from her, and walk into the bathroom without meeting her searching gaze. Minutes later, I step out and find Alice tucked in bed. Without any makeup, she looks so much younger than…
“Are you twenty-one yet?”
“February thirteen.” She beams up at me, her full pink lips parting to show her bright white teeth. And damn if she isn’t the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.
“Don’t make plans. I’m taking you out.”
Her thumb runs back and forth across her bottom lip as she studies me. “The girls may want to do something, bossy pants.”
Bossy pants? Whatever. “We’ll take them with us.” She can call me whatever she wants as long as she keeps smiling at me like that.
“You’d do that?” The pitch of her voice rises, her excitement palpable. I want her to look at me that way forever––like I can do no wrong.
“It’s your birthday, Bailey.” I shrug. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy.”
I find myself staring at her mouth again. Swear to God, I’m under a spell. One more kiss. Just one. Then I’ll slide between those shapely white thighs, push myself inside of her, and fuck her into next week the way I’ve been dreaming about doing for the past two months.
“What are we watching?” She looks so oblivious to the filthy shit that’s playing out in my mind that it almost makes me laugh.
When I don’t answer right away, she stares at me blankly, puzzled by my behavior. Can’t blame her. I’m standing by the side of the bed, looking at her like a twelve-year-old that’s gotten his first peek at Internet porn, so a little confusion is justified.
I slide into bed making sure to stay on my side. It’s a California king-size bed. This should keep some respectable distance between us. Otherwise it’ll be another sleepless night for me.
“Dead Pool 2.”
“Oh good. I love Dead Pool. Do you mind? My feet are cold.”
No sooner has she made this announcement than her feet are on mine. Cold doesn’t even begin to describe them. I yelp, jerking them back. “The hell! Are you…what the…I’ve dissected dead things with more body heat.”
Laughter breaks out. Head thrown back, uncontrollable laughter. It’s husky and sexy as hell. A familiar sensation stirs in my balls. This was a mistake.
“Gimme those frozen toes.”
Still smiling, she narrows her eyes. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not having those dead things sneak up on me in the middle of the night. Hand them over.”
Chewing on her lip, she considers my command. “You’re very bossy tonight.”
There’s a teasing note in her voice that feeds my lust. I wonder what it would sound like whispered in my ear as I’m driving my dick inside of her. The image has my heart thrashing inside my chest.
“What are you thinking about? You have a weird look on your face.”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy watching her pull her legs out from beneath the covers and extending them in my direction. I love her legs. Not a single blemish or freckle. Pale and curved in all the right places. I’d love them even more wrapped around my waist.
She places her feet in my lap, and I shift my hips to hide my hard-on. Her delicate toes are painted light purple and so damn cute. I picture them rubbing up and down my shaft.
“Nothing. I’m thinking about your dead toes.”
She laughs again. I take her feet between my hands, push my thumbs into the arches. Her eyelids get heavy and her mouth slack. I give her toes a gentle tug and a soft whimper slips out.
“Oh God, that feels so good…” She gasps when I cup them and gently squeeze. “Don’t stop.”
And as I watch her face glow with pleasure, I say what’s been on my mind since we got back. “I’m sorry my parents were rude to you. I shouldn’t have forced you to come.”
There’s only understanding on her face. No pity, no judgment. I can tell her anything and not feel threatened. That’s never happened to me before and the feeling is addicting as hell. I am fucking crazy about this girl and every minute I’m with her I fall deeper and deeper.
I play with her toes, slide my index finger along the sensitive skin between each of them. She shivers and inhales sharply. I look up, into her heavy-lidded eyes, and time stands still. I see my life, next year in med school. No sleep. I’m miserable, just going through the motions. Then I see Alice living her life. Laughing with her friends…talking to the douchebag in her film class. And my heart sinks into my gut.