Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Every second now, my mind is flooded with the memory of her on my tongue. The sweet, silky softness of her folds. The peak of her hard clit under my tongue.
Dreams are made of her.
Her breath, her movement, her scent. Her warmth. And last night, for the first time in as long as I can remember, everything was okay. I was okay. And if she stays with me, which she fucking will, I’ll always be okay.
But I’m not handing her this fucking baggage. Never.
“Kitty Kat. I can’t.” I keep my voice low and commanding so she knows I’m not fucking around.
“Okay,” she says. “Okay.”
The quiver in her voice, it reminds me so much of how she sounded in bed last night. I’m barely able to think, being so close to her now. I glance at her ass in the mirror and suppress a groan. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her ass, the way it rippled when I spanked it.
Jesus. My dick is pulsing already, just thinking about fucking her again.
And if she knew that, she’d fucking run. Because I might just fuck her to death if she isn’t careful.
Time for a subject change; much more of this and I’ll be fucking her against the bathroom sink until she cries. “Movers are coming soon to unpack your stuff. Just tell them where you want it. I’ll be back after I meet with the estate attorney.”
Her expression hardens, petulant like she was when she was a kid. “So wait. You just assume I’m moving in here?” She rips a piece of tape off the roll angrily.
Nothing pisses her off like someone making decisions for her. I know that. But fuck it. That’s just the way it’s going to be. “You want to fight me on this? You won’t win.”
Her hands move deliberately, placing the new white gauze over the evidence of my life for the last two years. Her fingers shake a little, and I can tell she’s wound up tight. All full of questions and worry. “Is this even… is this even a good idea? You and me? Here?”
“Like I give a fuck about good ideas when it comes to you.”
Her eyes flash, and I see a little smile. But only for a millisecond. “Trent. I’m serious.”
“And you think I’m not? We’ve lived together since we were kids. And we’re going to keep living together. Especially after last night. You hear me?”
She hears me, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. “I don’t need you to take care of me, okay? Maybe I don’t want to live here. Ever think of that?”
You little stubborn brat. I spin around to face her, leaving her hands spread in the air with medical tape dangling from her fingers.
“Look me in the fucking eye and tell me you don’t want to be here.”
She blinks up at me, setting her teeth. But behind all that fire, there’s still that little girl. That scared, sweet little girl that it’s been my job to care for since day fucking one.
“We’ve been keeping this thing between us bottled up for years. But now it’s happened and I’m never letting you go. You get that?”
She looks angry enough to slap me. To really slap me. Just let her fucking try. “You aren’t the boss of me.”
Here we go.
“I’m not your boss, Kitty Kat. I’m your fucking Daddy. And your job, your only fucking job, is to listen to me. Besides, I’m pretty damn sure I knocked you up already, so it’s you and me, babe. Forever.”
I can tell she’s indignant. I can tell she’s pissed. I can tell she doesn’t like me white-knighting like this. But that’s just tough fucking shit.
“I want you here. You want to be here. So, let’s skip the drama.”
She swallows loud enough for me to hear it. “Yeah. I do. You know I do. But…”
I shake my head and tip her chin up so she’s looking at me again. “No buts.”
Her eyes lower finally. Her shoulders soften. Her eyelashes kiss her pretty cheeks. “Fine. Fine. Turn around. Let me finish getting you put back together.”
God. I’ve needed this for so long. So much. But she’s got a lot of learning to do. “Say please and Daddy.”
“Let me put you back together, please, Daddy,” she says. And then a smile. And the dimples. And I’m a fucking goner all over again.
I let her finish patching me up, even though it takes all my will power. But before she can toss the handful of wrappers from the gauze and bandages, I take her by the wrist and pull her close. Our mouths find one another, like instinct, as I drink her in.
Her tongue against mine sets me on fucking fire. The kiss brings a different kind of flashback, a very different kind. Her tongue spinning around my cock, the way she cupped my balls. Like she was made for me.