Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
He already knows me inside and out.
With Kieran, I can be myself. And somehow, I know deep down, that’s more than enough for him.
4
KIERAN
The fact that Katherine’s bathroom window is always ajar bothers me to no end, especially since it’s big enough for a man my size to squeeze through. Today, however, I’m thankful for her recklessness. Just this once.
Adrenaline courses through me as I stand on the metal landing by the fire escape door, scanning my surroundings to make sure no one can see. I tuck my hands in my pockets and try to appear nonchalant because the first rule to avoid any suspicion is to act like you have every right to be where you are.
Maybe I’m just a guy out for a smoke or enjoying the night breeze.
Five minutes pass and I make my way along the narrow walkway, excitement buzzing under my skin. This is probably how it feels like when your girlfriend texts you to come over because nobody’s home.
Except…
Someone’s home. Multiple someones.
I haven’t seen Katherine in two days, not since I claimed her at the hotel pool. She didn’t leave her apartment, so I spent most of that time watching her from my window. Half an hour ago, she knew I was watching with my binoculars because she cast a glance over her shoulder, smirked, and slowly slid out of her oversized t-shirt.
As if that wasn’t enough, she bent at the waist, offering me a full view of her smooth, round ass and a slight peek of her pussy.
The next thing I knew, I was crossing the street on the way to punish her for teasing me like that. The fact that her parents are here doesn’t faze me in the slightest.
My heart races as I hoist myself up onto the ledge and push the window open wider. For a few beats, I hang suspended in the air, my feet dangling inches above the walkway. With one hard push, I swing through and land on the bathroom floor with a soft thud.
Katherine is there standing under the shower. The curtain falls back on the window behind me when I step in, the smell of vanilla wrapping around me like a blanket.
She knows I’m here, but she pretends like she doesn’t. She hums a tune while she lifts one leg and rests her foot on the edge of the bathtub. She slathers herself with some kind of body wash, running her fingers from her toes to her calves and slowly to the inside of her thigh.
When she finally turns to face me, her eyes blaze with heat.
“Kate, how much longer will you take? We’re gonna be late!” Someone pounds on the bathroom door, and Katherine jumps.
“I’ll be done in ten minutes, Mom!”
“I’m gonna leave you if you take any longer!”
The other woman doesn’t answer, but we listen to her footsteps recede. She’s talking in hushed tones with someone, probably her husband, Katherine’s father.
I crook a finger at her, and she grins before stepping out of the shower and in front of me. Fuck. She’s perfect. Keeping my hands to myself around her is no longer an option. We’re a tangle of limbs as I slam my mouth against hers and kiss her like I missed her for a year, not a few days.
“You summoned me, cupcake?” I say in between kisses, trailing kisses along her jaw and the side of her neck.
“I did. We don’t have much time.”
I swallow back a growl when, in all her naked glory, Katherine turns her back to me and leans her elbows against the sink, bending at the waist and pushing her ass in the air.
Fuck me. Who am I to say no to this feast offered before me?
Lowering my head, I lightly bite her shoulder and whisper, “You’re being one needy girl, cupcake. You want this cock inside you? You want my come to coat your walls until you’re a whimpering, trembling mess?”
“Oh, God. Yes.”
I dip a finger into her cunt, only to find her already soaked. “But you can’t be loud, all right? You keep quiet like the good girl you are.”
Katherine’s thighs trap my hand, and she shamelessly rubs herself against it. With my other hand, I wrap it around her throat and lift her face, locking eyes with her in the mirror.
“Look at yourself while I make you come apart.”
I hold her gaze and reach for my staff in my sweatpants, already hard as a crowbar. Wedging an inch inside her, I let out a soundless chuckle when she tosses her head back and pushes her ass against my crotch.
“Greedy, needy girl.” I reach for the faucet and turn it on, the sound of running water drowning my voice, her wet skin soaking my clothes.
My knuckle caresses the back of her neck, and when she arches her back, I ram my hips forward. A low moan escapes her lips, and I gently wrap a hand around her throat again, whispering, “Keep quiet, Katherine, or I’m leaving.”