Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
My cock is hard, and I’m wishing I’d put on blue jeans before coming down here instead of wearing my sweats. My sweats do nothing to hide the condition I’m in.
I try to force my eyes off her, but it’s impossible.
She’s talking about what she’s going to do today, and she’s completely oblivious to the effect she’s having on me.
I should walk away instead of sitting here gawking at her, but if I get up she’s going to see the evidence of my arousal.
The clock chimes, and I know that Beau is going to be coming downstairs soon. The thought of him seeing her like this has me asking her, “Madelyn, don’t you think you should put some clothes on?”
She looks down at herself as if she doesn’t even realize what she’s wearing. She shrugs. “I mean, I’ll get dressed before Beau comes down.”
“Uh—” I mutter. I’m not sure what to make of it. She seems so innocent, but is she wanting me to see her like this? Is she trying to tell me something?
She starts walking toward me, and my heart constricts in my chest. When she stops right next to me, my knuckles turn white from holding onto the counter so hard.
She shimmies her hips and playfully hits my side. Even her scent is intoxicating, and I can barely focus on what she’s saying.
“Beau told me.”
I draw my hands off the countertop and grab my mug. It’s either that or I’m going to put them on her hips. “Told you what?”
She giggles and leans against my side. My whole body reacts to her nearness, and I feel as if I’m panting from everything I’m feeling.
She sing-songs, “I know you’re… gay.”
Stunned, I look into her big, trusting eyes. “You think I’m gay?”
If anything, her eyes get even bigger, and she gulps. “Well, no… I was surprised… really surprised actually, but Beau said…” Her voice trails off, and she bites on to her lip as if she’s remembering a conversation. “Ugh, you’re not gay, are you?”
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. I repeat it in my head, and you’d think I’d listen, but no, I can’t seem to stop myself. I turn on my stool until she’s standing right in front of me and her body is mere inches from my knees.
Her eyes drop to the “v” of my legs, and she gasps. I grab the mug from her hands before she drops it and set it on the counter. With her hands now free, she covers her open mouth and continues to stare at my hard cock. I expect her to back up or walk away, but I don’t expect her to stay planted where she’s at, staring at my cock that is pressing against my pants.
I put my hands on my knees. “Does it look like I’m gay?”
She squeaks, her eyes flickering up to mine. “Is that—? How… why?”
Staring into her eyes, I shouldn’t say it, but that’s not who I am. Without blinking or looking away, I tell her the truth. “Honey, in that little shirt that barely covers your shapely ass and seeing your long legs.” I let out a soft whistle. “All I can do is wonder how they’d feel wrapped around my waist.” I lean in to whisper the rest. “And that thin shirt doesn’t come close to hiding your hard nipples that are begging to be touched. So yeah, you ask how and why I have a hard-on? Both answers are you.”
I bring my hand up and cup her cheek, and she licks her lips. She wants this, and I want this. There are a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea, but I can’t think of one of them right now. I’m about to kiss her when a door slams upstairs.
Her eyes widen, and she pulls back a little. Her voice sounds shaky. “I uh, should go.” She’s nodding her head, but she’s not moving.
Finally, I let go of her. “Yeah, you should because if my brother sees you like this I’ll have to gouge his eyes out.”
She runs from the room, and as soon as she’s gone, I lean my head over onto the counter and let the cool surface try to calm me down. I need to do something because any minute my little brother is going to come in here, and I have a few choice words for him.
CHAPTER 7
MADELYN
I’m panting as I get into my bedroom. As soon as I shut the door, I lean back against it. I can’t get the image of Asher out of my head. He’s not gay. And he wants me.
I go over to the full-length mirror and stare at myself. I really should have done this before I walked out of here this morning. My hair looks like a bird’s nest, but if I look past that, I discover that Asher was right. This shirt does nothing to cover me. He didn’t even kiss me, but my cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright, and sure enough, my nipples are erect under my shirt.