Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Hard to believe that sweet voice could come from such a sinful mouth. I can’t help but to look over at her; Allie’s in the back of the bleachers this time, clapping her hands and blending in with the small crowd. Well she’s trying to, but a woman like that wasn’t meant to blend in. It’s not even so much a crowd as it is a group of kids killing time before class. It doesn’t look like any of them are paying attention.
She smiles brightly when I catch her gaze. I wasn’t sure if I’d see her today or not. Everything I did yesterday morning was deliberate.
Leaving my shirt—it was an excuse to seek her out in case she doesn’t come back to me.
Not leaving my number—so she can’t snub me and leave me hanging. I got her number from her phone before leaving, though. I didn’t say I play fair.
And taking off before she woke up—to make her want the chase this time.
Yesterday came and went easily enough. I thought about her ass and almost texted her. I’d feel pathetic about how she’s got me wrapped around her little finger if she wasn’t sitting in the bleachers right now.
She came because she wants to see me. Plain and simple.
And I fucking love that.
My little Allie Cat may think that was a one-time thing, but I’m not even close to having my fill yet. She’s a girl I can play with and I can already feel the excitement in my blood at what I’m going to do to her.
“Lookee, lookee,” I hear Kevin say as we huddle up. When I look to my left at him, his eyes are on her. “You got yourself a fan, bro,” he tells me and wraps his arm around me. Today we’re on opposite sides, mixing it up for fun.
“Let’s run some more fast plays,” James starts saying, hands on his knees and far too into practice. As if anyone really cares about this game.
“You tap that?” Kev asks and it irritates James, but only for a second, until he looks behind my shoulder and catches sight of her.
Daniel peeks up at her too.
“What the fuck?” I snap at them.
“I was just looking,” Daniel says defensively and tilts up his chin and adds, “Didn’t take long, huh?”
“Longer than I wanted,” I tell them and it makes Kev’s brows knit together. “She likes to be chased,” I explain and then feel uncomfortable talking about her to these guys. I barely fucking know them and it’s none of their business.
They don’t need to know that she’s a challenge. Because she’s for me. Not them.
“Let’s just call it,” Brant says. “Sun’s going down and I’m fucking beat.”
“Nah, one more,” James argues. “We’re getting lazy as fuck.”
I crack my neck to one side and then the other.
“So, what’s she like?” Kev asks, nudging me and yet again pulling the topic back to Allie.
“Fucking worth it,” I tell him without hesitation. I knew she’d feel like that. Tight in all the right places, gripping my dick and working it like it belonged to her. There’s more to come. I can already taste it. There’s something in her that’s just like me. Something easy to recognize. I can feel it. And I know it’s going to make it that much better when I have her next.
“She likes it rough, doesn’t she?” Kev asks and James elbows him as he adds, “Rough and dirty.”
I catch Daniel glancing between the two of us. He doesn’t say anything, but I don’t like the look on his face or the shit they’re saying.
“We going in again or not?” Kev asks. I couldn’t give two shits.
“Once more,” Daniel finally speaks up. Then he asks, “You want the goal this time? Chicks fucking love it when you score.” I snort at his suggestion.
“Yeah they do,” Brant agrees with him and again he looks back to check her out.
I shrug like I don’t give a damn but then say, “Yeah, I want it this time.”
“Yeah you want it,” James says like a jackass. He humps the air like a jackass too. I rub the back of my head, feeling my ears burn.
“Fucking embarrassing,” Daniel says, pushing James over so he falls on his ass. As the other guys laugh, I look behind me, just a quick glance to see if she saw.
But I don’t know if she did or not, because she’s already gone.
ALLISON
He keeps looking over at the bleachers like I’m going to magically appear, and I can’t help that it makes me smile. But the tug upward on my lips falters as quickly as it forms.
I know this story. And the sweet bubbly feelings in my chest, well, they don’t mean shit compared to the growing sense of dread in the pit in my stomach.
I’m smarter than this.