Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Jesus, help me.
“What is that exactly? The kissing, my feeling up your tits, or you rubbing your horny little cunt on my dick?”
She shivered and blinked a little slower than normal. “Yes,” she breathed.
Yes. She wanted it all. Little minx made it hard to be good.
“We still have three months, fifteen days, and thirteen hours before you’re eighteen,” I told her, making her smile spread wider. I had a countdown always going in my head of when it would be okay to spread her legs and sink into her for the first time.
She walked around the sofa, closing the space between us, and I held my breath. What was she up to, and was I strong enough not to give in?
“That’s until we have sex,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at me. “But I liked the rubbing. I want to do it without barriers.”
I muttered a curse as my cock fought against my jeans for some space. “That’s a bad idea,” I told her. “I can’t.” Fuck, I was going to pump one out in the shower now. “If I feel your wet pussy on my dick, I’m not sure I can keep from shoving it inside you.”
Her little gasp from my words had me reaching down to adjust myself for some relief. This was my fault. I’d been allowing more and more, needing to touch her. She hadn’t known that it felt good, that she wanted it, until I showed her things. Did things to her.
“Please,” she begged. “You won’t.”
Fuck, I needed to get away from her and get myself off.
“Let me get a shower. I’m dirty.”
She stepped closer to me and pressed her tits against my chest. My erection digging into her lower stomach. “I like how you smell right now. It’s sexy.”
I’d washed my hands with the degreaser and soap before I left, but that was it. “I smell like cigarettes and a repair shop.”
She laid her palm on my chest. “And I like it.”
My hands went to her waist, and I had every intention of pushing her back.
“You can sit on the sofa, and I can straddle your lap,” she said as she looked up at me through her long lashes.
I groaned. The thought of her perched on me and her tits bare and level with my mouth sounded like heaven.
“Salem,” I started, but her other hand slid over my erection, and I hissed, jerking against the touch. “Your zipper has to be hurting you,” she said.
Then she began unfastening my jeans, and I fucking let her.
25
Salem
Present Day
Nothing about what I had just told them sounded convincing. I was trembling, sweating, and felt like I was going to puke, but I had lied about the man Lick had shot. I’d said every word I’d been told to say.
When I had walked into the room, the investigator had been drinking coffee and eating a slice of Nina’s caramel cake. He and Liam were laughing about something. The other officer there didn’t speak to me at all. He was more interested in the model motorcycle Liam had parked outside. Apparently, it was rare and in mint condition.
The entire thing was one big farce, and although I knew that, I still wanted to blurt out the truth, then sprint from the room.
I didn’t realize the investigator who had asked me the questions had followed me to the door until he reached around me to open it for me. Startled, I gasped, and he chuckled.
“Sorry about that,” he told me. “I was trying to be a gentleman, and I only made you more rattled.”
I did my best to smile at him. “Oh, thank you. I just didn’t hear you,” I explained as my voice wavered.
He leaned in just an inch closer to me. “You did good. Relax,” he reassured me as he opened the door.
I could smell his cologne; he was so close to me, and I wished he would step back. The sick stomach I had from the entire experience required fresh air, not that overpowering scent.
When the door was completely open, I started to hurry into the hall, but the sight of Rome leaning against the opposite wall caused me to pause. His green eyes went from me to the officer behind me. There was the slightest twitch of his jaw as he turned his gaze back to me.
“You look like you could use some sunshine and space,” he told me as he took three long strides in my direction. His large body towered over me, and he placed his hand on my lower back. “Let’s go.”
I said nothing, but I began walking when he gently nudged me forward. The area where his hand touched me felt as if it were sizzling with electricity. Removing his hand or at least stepping away from his touch would be the smart thing to do, but it seemed, even as an adult who knew better, I just couldn’t do the smart thing when Rome was involved.