Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Trust me, Baby Girl, I definitely plan on getting your tits… I wouldn’t exactly call them little, though. Damn, a man could smother in those beauties and die a happy man.”
“God, you’re such a pig,” she says shaking her head, but she’s laughing.
“Oink, oink,” I respond, grinning. “Okay fine, let’s do it your way,” I tell her and I start by kicking off my boots. “Your turn.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks at me. I relax my stance, making the unspoken dare clear to her. For a minute, I think she will back down. Then, she surprises me by kicking off the sandals on her feet. “Fine,” she huffs.
She’s beautiful. Defiance wrapped up in a package so damn fuckable my dick aches. I can’t believe I’m finally going to have her. The only problem now is if I’ll be able to let her go afterwards. Suddenly, I’m pretty sure that answer is no… as in no-fucking-way.
I use my feet to shuffle out of my socks, and wait to see her next move—since she’s not wearing socks. She frowns at me, but takes off a bracelet she’s wearing and places it on the sheet that’s covering the dresser.
“I don’t think that can be called clothes, Kayden.”
She shrugs like she doesn’t give a damn and gives me a pointed look.
I take off my cut and drape it across the footboard. She purses her lips like that annoyed her.
“You have more clothes than me,” she says finally.
“So?”
“That means I’ll be naked way before you. That’s not good enough.”
“You realize how fucking stupid that is right? Before this is done, Kayden, both of us are going to be as naked as the day we were born.”
“I’m going to pick one article of clothing I keep on until… well during the festivities.”
My head drops. My smile trembles with the urge to laugh, but I’m trying to hold it in. I’m starting to get the message here that she’s sending without realizing it. Kayden is a virgin. For all her sass and attitude, I can see how unsure she is of herself and the flashes of panic. I let that information filter in my brain. I allow the knowledge to sift through me. I should call an end to this. Deliver her back to her family, walk away and keep walking. She’s too young, too special for a man who has spent his life on the back of a bike avoiding responsibility like it was the plague. I’ve always lived for freedom. That’s who I am. If the clubs that I’ve visited all have creeds, words they live by, then so do I—mine is just vastly different.
No ties, no obligations, no regrets.
Kayden… she’s definitely wrapped around me, tying herself to me with invisible ropes that I have no hope of breaking. I know that going through with this, taking her body, definitely makes me obligated, because Kayden deserves a man who takes her innocence with care, and someone who will continue to care about her, even once her virginity is gone. If I don’t have my taste of her, if I don’t try and tie her to me, claim her and make her mine, then instinctively, I know I will regret it for the rest of my life.
Suddenly I’ve become a man who once didn’t believe in responsibility, to a man who wants nothing more than to care for and cherish this woman for the rest of my life.
Which most likely won’t be long, once her father catches up to me.
Even that sad fact hasn’t been enough to make me walk away from her and it still isn’t.
“Chains?” Kayden prompts me, her voice questioning, but also betraying a little of her nerves.
“You pick one article of clothing to stay on, Kayden,” I tell her, letting her think I’m giving in.
“Just like that?” she asks, her face clearing, her lips moving into a smile and her body instantly relaxing.
“Just like that,” I agree.
“Then,” she whispers, her smile deepening and a look that can only be described as victory coming across her face. “I choose my underwear.”
“Fair enough,” I tell her.
She frowns. “That’s my bra and my panties,” she warns me.
“I know what underwear is, Kayden.”
“Then, I… I’m not sure how this is going to work,” she mumbles, still frowning.
“That’s not for you to worry about. Trust me, Baby, I’ll make this work,” I tell her and then just because I can, I pull off my shirt and throw it on the floor. Kayden pulls hers off next and follows suit when I take my pants off as well.
“You’re covered in ink,” she murmurs, her eyes glued to my chest and arms.
“You like it?”
She doesn’t reply, her gaze slowly travels downward. Her body jerks and I know the exact moment she sees my cock, heavy with need, bobbing out toward her, wanting her. I have a large cock, I never thought much of it either way. The ladies seem to like it and I just thanked the Man above that it wasn’t some three-inch pencil dick they’d laugh and run from. Then again, I’ve never dealt with a virgin before. I allowed her to keep herself covered up because I didn’t want to see any fear on her face, but I see it now as she takes in my engorged cock, the head slickened and wet, full of need and hunger.