Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I hadn’t recognized her at first, and it was more than the adult dress she was wearing that night. There was something different about her, and about the way she looked at me with those big dark eyes, that made me think of diving in. I’d watched her all night because I found I couldn’t do anything else once she was in the room, but I’d avoided her, staying clear across the room at all times.
Everything about her got to me that night, from her laugh to the way she moved her head that made her hair swing around her shoulders and down to the top of her ass. When I started envisioning fucking the shit out of Brady’s little girl from behind while pulling on her mane, I knew my ass was in deep.
That night when I left I was more confused than ever before. She was the same precocious young girl I knew, but tonight I’d seen a woman, or the potential of one. And what I’d seen I’d wanted, no doubt about it. I had a hard dick and a full sac to prove it, not to mention a stomach full of disgust. She was just a kid for fuck sake, legal but young. Not to mention she was my best friend’s little girl, no way I could soil her.
I’d spent the rest of that night kicking myself for my wayward thoughts, giving myself the hundred and one reasons why I was a son of a bitch for even thinking the things that were running through my head. I stayed up with a bottle until the early morning hours, and by the time I dragged myself off to bed I was still no closer to an answer. I think I knew even then that that shit wasn’t going to hold up forever.
After that day it seemed she was always there, always in my vision somehow. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing her, and even though she never said anything, I got the feeling there was something going on with her too. It was in the way she looked at me now. Gone was the toothy grin; in its place was a look that had me running scared.
If I’d been thinking, I would’ve known that things would come to a head one day. I felt the heat in those looks, knew what was growing inside me for her. I should’ve known that running would only work for so long, we lived next door to each other for crap sake. Her parents and I had grown rather close in the seven years I’d been here. That only made the situation worst, I was betraying them in my mind. Then that day I’d caught her skinny dipping on my land I’d almost said to hell with it and jumped right in with her and let nature take its course.
Now here I am in the middle of my worse nightmare. She wasn’t underage any longer, but too much time had passed, we’d both gone on with our lives. She’d been about to marry another man in a few days for heaven’s sake, water under the bridge. But somehow none of that seemed to matter anymore. I could give it one last try for her sake, try to keep myself on that leash, but I could feel the wolf straining inside and once he was loose there was no holding back.
Chapter 3
GRANT
Of course no one was there when we reached her house and I wasn’t too sure about leaving her on her own. “Why is everybody gone?”
“They were given the time off to get ready for the wedding. Since daddy and mama weren’t here and I didn’t need them I told them they could go.”
“And your daddy approved that, leaving you alone in the house like that?” She gave me a scathing look and I guess I was the new scapegoat for her anger, good luck with that. “I don’t need a babysitter, I’m twenty-three not two.” Yeah you’re grown alright, keep reminding me of that shit and see where it gets you. Damn Grant.
“Never said you did. Okay, so no one’s here and I’m not leaving you alone. I can’t trust you with anyone else right now, because you’d run circles around them, so I guess you’re coming home with me.” Shit, I’ve done everything in my power to keep her out of my home all these years. Except for a rare party here and there or a backyard BBQ, which her parents as my neighbors and friends were usually invited to and brought her along, I’ve kept her visits there to a minimum.
It was because of her that I wasn’t as social as I’d have liked to be in the last few years. As if it weren’t bad enough when she was a teen and had to go wherever her parents did, she was now the town’s best event planner. It wouldn’t look good if I were to throw a shindig and not hire my good friend and neighbor’s baby girl to handle the particulars. Tongues would start wagging for sure then, and I had no answers to any of the questions that might crop up.