Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
And now I’m taking her to my house.
Too many fucks to count.
“Cute house,” she observes when I pull into my driveway.
“Thanks. We’ll eat and then I’ll take you home.”
Thankfully she doesn’t argue. She sits at my bar while I set to cooking some chicken and vegetables. We chat about where she came from. Her dad took a job here in town so they moved from out of state. Both of her parents are social butterflies and leave her to her own devices. She’s an only child and I still don’t know how old she is.
“Here,” I grunt as I slide a plate across the bar to her.
She flashes me a flirty grin that has my cock waking back up. “Thanks, Coach.”
“Stop,” I warn. “Just stop.”
Her laugh is cute as she starts devouring her dinner. I take my place beside her and eat. It’s amicable and comfortable. When we finish, she even helps me clean. I’ve enjoyed her company today. A little too much.
“I don’t want to go home,” she says. “Our new house is empty and lonely. I hate it.”
“What do you want to do?” I can’t believe I’m entertaining this idea.
“Watch a movie?”
I can do that.
“Fine.”
“Can I borrow something more comfortable to wear?”
My eyes rake over her nipples. I can see through her tank and down her bare creamy thighs. “That’s a good idea,” I agree.
She follows me into the bedroom. I rummage around my drawers until I find the least sexy thing I own. A baggy T-shirt and some sweatpants. When I toss them on the bed, she starts pulling off her tank top.
“Have you no modesty, Emo?”
“Don’t be such a prude,” she says with a laugh. “You’ve seen me naked and you made me come. We’re past that, Coach.”
I snort but don’t take my stare from her as she peels away her clothes. She eventually puts my shirt on but bypasses the pants. I’m about to argue but she crawls into my bed like she owns the damn place.
“River.”
Her vulnerable pale blue eyes meet mine. Whatever words I had fall short. I grab the remote and flip through the channels before landing on an old Game of Thrones episode. After darkening the bedroom, I tug off my shirt out of habit and lie down next to her on the bed. She snuggles up against my side and I’ll be damned if I don’t like her there. My heart is thundering in my chest. As many times as Julie was in my bed, I never felt like my body was on fire.
Her palm settles on my hard abs and I suck in a breath. She’s such a sweet goddamned temptation. It takes everything in me not to roll her over, yank her panties down her thighs, and shove my dick inside her. Every ounce of control.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
She skates her palm up to my pectoral muscle and pinches my nipple. “It’s me, Coach. Not you.”
My fingers find her still damp hair and I tangle my fingers in it. “I’m the one that can’t seem to be a responsible adult here.”
“But men can’t help themselves around me,” she whispers, her lips pressing to my chest as her hand starts trailing south toward my aching cock.
“River…”
“It’s why we moved, Everett.” She bites at my flesh and I close my eyes. If I keep them closed, I can pretend she’s older. Much older. I can pretend she’s mine—some cute girl I picked up at a club and brought home. Her fingertips dip beneath the band of my sweatpants.
“Why did you move?” I whisper.
Her hand slips past my underwear and she grips my raging hard-on. “I slept with my dad’s boss.” Hurt taints her voice. “He was fifty-three and married.”
I yank at her hair to pull her hot breath from my chest and glare at her. “What?”
“Before that, it was our neighbor. He fucked me in our kitchen.”
“Lies,” I snarl.
She slowly strokes my cock and her voice is barely audible. “I had to go to therapy after my neighbor. My parents thought I was a victim. But I have a problem. I see older men and I want them. I need them.”
I should be running so far away from this girl. Apparently, she fucks with people’s lives. She’s admitted this and yet I’m letting her jack me off. I’m fucked up too.
“My therapist, Joey, was firm with me at first,” she whispers. “He wanted me to get better. But then he was like the rest of them. Couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits or thighs. When I lifted my skirt and showed him my pussy, he didn’t tell me no. He set down his notebook and crawled on his knees to me. He didn’t say a word before he ate me out. It was my first time and I loved it. Every session after that, he would touch me. We didn’t fuck until I was fifteen.”