Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I can’t trust you not to run off and do something stupid. It’s more for your protection than anything.”
“Sure.” I shoulder past him and stomp toward a door across the room, hoping it’s the bathroom. Thankfully, once I turn on the light, I find it is, and I slip inside without further comment. I stand in front of the mirror and grip the edge of the sink. Inhaling deeply, I let the fresh oxygen rush into my lungs. I want Lucca. I want him badly, and I know he wants me.
Even in my drunken state, I remember him touching me and bringing me to orgasm. The bulge of his cock pressing against me, his panting breaths in my ear.
I glance at my reflection; I feel beautiful and ready. My red hair is like a beacon of light in the dark. My green eyes are piercing, and my skin, minus a smattering of freckles, is clear.
I’m young but not dumb, and I know what I want. Now, all I have to do is make Lucca admit he wants it too. I smile like the devil, knowing exactly what I have to do to make it happen.
24
Lucca
I watch her climb into bed… my bed. Just before she slides under the blanket, the shirt she is wearing rides up her thigh, exposing her creamy white skin. My throat tightens.
Did she not put on the shorts I gave her?
Shaking my head and the thought of Claire in my bed half naked away, I head into the bathroom. As soon as I enter, I spot the shorts on the counter.
I grin at her feeble attempt to seduce me. That grin falls off my face when I see the pile of clothes lying on the ground. Because on top of that pile are her panties.
Fuck me.
Her in nothing but a shirt and panties is bad enough, but knowing she is naked underneath my shirt, nothing protecting her from being taken has all the blood draining from my brain and redirecting to my cock.
Now that the image is in my mind, I can’t unsee her perky little tits and smooth stomach beneath my shirt. I remember the way her pussy felt as I touched her, bare minus a little landing strip. I scrub a hand down my face in frustration. This is not helping.
With a groan, I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower, turning it all the way to cold. I step under the icy water, letting it cool my heated skin. My dick shrivels up faster than it got hard, and thank fuck, since that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
I take my time in the shower, knowing what awaits me outside this bathroom.
When I’m done with my cold shower, I dry off and put on the pair of shorts Claire left on the counter. My skin is still numb from the freezing water as I return to the bedroom. Claire has turned off the light, and the room is blanketed in complete darkness. Yet, I can still make out the outline of her body under the blanket.
She doesn’t say anything when I climb into the bed next to her, and she doesn’t move when I pull the blanket up and over my body. For a moment, I think she must be asleep already, and I’m more than relieved about that.
I will my cock to stay down and forget that Claire’s bare pussy is inches away.
Just when I close my eyes and let my body relax, Claire stirs next to me. The bed creaks, and in a split second, I’m wide awake again. Her tiny body molds against my side. Fuck, this isn’t good.
Her slender arm snakes over my abdomen, and the warm sensation that zings through me causes me to inhale sharply. Then she delivers the final blow and swings her leg over mine until her hot cunt is pressed against my bare thigh.
This little minx is playing with fire, and she’s about to get burned.
I lean down and talk close to her good ear, so I know she can hear me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Cuddling,” Claire whispers, burying her nose into the crook of my neck.
“If you don’t scoot over, you’re gonna regret what happens next,” I warn. Her body stiffens, and a barely audible gasp escapes her lips. I can only imagine what her face looks like right now.
“W-what would h-happen?” She stumbles over the words, but where there should be fear, I find excitement lacing her voice.
“I’m going to expect you to get me off,” I half growl, barely able to restrain myself. Fuck, I want her, but I can’t. This is wrong.
“What if I want to get you off?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, nor do you have any idea what I would do to you.” She deserves so much more than I can offer her, but she pushes me, teases, and tempts me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?