Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Kyle: Got my car back. How about I pick you up for school today?
Oh god. Now I have to respond to him. I’m guessing he only got his car back because Walsh is taking me to school today and not him.
Me: Already have a ride but thanks
“I can make something.” Kat steps into the panty with me.
“I’m actually going into school early. A friend is picking me up.”
“A friend? I knew something was up.” Her face breaks out into a giant smile.
“Don’t!” I groan. “Please.”
“Fine.” She huffs. “But this is bullshit. You’re supposed to gossip and share stuff with me. I’m your sister.”
Normally, I would, but my sister might shut this down. She’s pretty open with letting me do whatever I want, but I don’t ever do anything that’s out of the norm. As Walsh pointed out, I'm a good girl. If she knew about Walsh, I have no clue how she’d react. There’s no point telling her if this is some random bit of fun because she might try and talk me out of it. Or she could scare Walsh away from me, and that’s the last thing I want.
I might end up with a broken heart, but doesn’t everyone have to go through one of those at some point in life? Walsh is the first person to ever make me desire something more. I can’t let that slip through my fingers even if he ruins me.
A million different things flash through my mind of dirty ways that he could ruin me. I think he might have because I don’t even know where some of these fantasies come from. He’s pulled them from somewhere deep inside of me that I didn’t know was there.
“You with me?” Kat snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I realize I glazed over while lost in thought.
“Sorry.” I zoned out for a second, and suddenly I’m so turned on my thighs have gotten wet. “I’ve got to head out,” I blurt before my sister tries to pry details from me.
She gives me a suspicious look before she finally gives in. “Fine. Text me later so I know if I’m picking you up or this ‘friend”’—she does finger quotes around the word—“is bringing you home.”
“Will do.” I kiss her cheek before I move past her and out of the pantry.
“Oh, are those fruit roll-ups?” I hear her say to herself.
I guess those pregnancy cravings are kicking in, and I smile. Then it falters because she’s starting a family of her own now. I shake those thoughts from my head, not wanting to go there right now.
My phone gets another text, and it’s good timing because it’s a welcome distraction.
Kyle: See you at school
What the hell is up with him? I stare down at the text and another goes off. This one makes butterflies flutter through my whole body.
Walsh: I’m here
Chapter Eight
WALSH
I grip the steering wheel because it’s taking every bit of my control not to get out of the car and go knock on her front door. That’s what Nadia deserves. Instead she’s got me outside her house horny as fuck and desperate to see her.
I’m parked far enough away that if someone saw us, they might not notice me, but I don’t like sneaking around with her. I want to hold her hand and walk around in public or take her out to dinner and not worry about what people might think. I’ve never been so attached to someone before, and the power she holds over me is like a drug. The longer I’m with her, the more I want to be with her. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me?
When the front door opens, I get out and walk around to the passenger side of the car. Her cheeks are already pink as she comes closer, and when I open the passenger door for her, she pauses to look up through her lashes at me.
“Good morning.” Her voice is like a balm on a wound I wasn’t aware of.
“Good morning, little flower.” I lean down and whisper into her ear, “Were you a good girl for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
The sound of pleasure I make reverberates between us, and that static charge zips over my skin.
“I think I’ll find out for myself.” When she gets in, I lean over and while I buckle her up I brush my lips against hers. “Knees apart, little flower.”
She obeys, and I smile as I straighten and walk around to the other side to get in. Once I put the car in drive, I place my hand on the bit of skin above her knee socks and below the edge of her skirt. Her legs are open, and I could so easily slide my fingers higher to touch her bare pussy. But the anticipation is making her breathe harder, and I suspect she likes it.