Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Her lips part, but all I hear is breath. Her eyes move down to my mouth. She’s unable to speak, but that’s all I need for an invitation.
I move right in and do what I’ve been dying to do since I saw her two days ago.
I kiss her.
Her lips are so smooth and wet. Their warmth has me lusting, and visions of her pussy instantly enter my mind. What does it look like? Does she shave? Christ, I bet she’s so goddamn tight.
She moans. Kisses me back. Our tongues dances across each other, and I slip one hand up the back of her neck, grasping her like she belongs to me.
Every ounce of blood in my body must have rushed to my cock. I’m hard as a piece of steel rebar holding up the very walls of the house we’re standing in right now.
I growl into my hungry kiss, buried into her mouth. This is it. I can’t believe this is happening. Michelle rocks her hips into me, telling me with her body that she wants more.
I reach down between her legs and press against her pussy, hiding from me beneath the fabric of her jeans.
She moans again. Louder this time, and right back into my mouth. It’s like the breath of an angel filling my lungs.
With two fingers, I rub her right where her magic spot should be, and I’m right on. Michelle’s back arches, and she presses tits against my chest, so plump and so perky. Her lips break free from mine, and she falls against me, clutching me tightly with both arms to keep herself from falling.
“Oh my God…” she whimpers. “Casey.”
I move my fingers in circles. A shudder bucks through her, and my urges to take her and claim her threaten to overwhelm me. With my other hand, I reach for the button of her jeans. But just as I pop it and go for her zipper, she pulls away.
“Wait wait wait wait wait,” she says, running her hand through her hair.
“What is it?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
She sucks a deep breath, again drawing my eyes to her tits and doing nothing to calm me down.
“Yeah, no–I just. I’m engaged, Casey.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Michelle. What–are you serious?”
It takes her a moment to look up at me, but when she finally does, I see that she is. She looks almost ashamed, but she’s not messing with me.
“Michelle, come on.” I’m practically pleading now. “You were engaged because your dad said so! To a guy who’s a major asshole! He was tracking your phone, for Christ’s sake. You should have control over your own life!”
She looks down at the floor and buttons her jeans. She nods and replies, “I know. You’re right, Casey. I know.”
Her voice is so soft I can barely hear her. I want to do something. I need to act. But what can I do if she doesn’t want me?
“Michelle, listen to me–”
I step in and reach for her hand, but as I do, she rushes past me and out the door. I hear the sound of her footsteps going down the stairs as I’m left standing there, alone in the empty future-bedroom that she will one day share with her husband.
Her husband that she’s made clear will not be me.
5
MICHELLE
I’m fighting back tears as I drive home. If that wasn’t one of the most pivotal moments in my life, then I don’t know what was.
I try not to think about his face–that perfect, chiseled face and those piercing eyes that seem to stare into my soul like he already knows everything about me. What’s good for me. What I should do with my life. Because every time I do, I feel like breaking down.
For some reason, my dad’s car is in the driveway when I get home. As if this night could get any worse.
I try to just quietly sneak up to my bedroom, but he spots me from the living room when I step through the door.
“There you are,” he says. “I’ve been wondering where you’ve been.”
“I bet you have,” I reply, pulling out my phone and waving it at him. “No more real-time updates. Sorry not sorry.”
He frowns but quickly plays it off with a shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetie.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be at a fundraiser for the church tonight?” I ask.
“Oh, I was.” He smiles. “Just an appearance. But I was feeling tired, and I needed my rest.” He grins and clinks the ice in his glass of whiskey.
That’s it. I’ve had enough.
I turn away to head up to bed when he calls out to me again. “So where have you been, Michelle?”
I stop at the door and turn around to face him. I’m already on edge. I’m not sure why–maybe it’s Casey and all the things he’s been saying these last couple of days–when I turn and see him sitting there, like a king in his throne, I just snap.