True Love – Love Series Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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Allison beamed at me, then bit her bottom lip and began walking again. I halted her once more and tugged until she was standing only a couple of inches away from me with her head bent back to see my face. “Para de morder ese labio,” I growled. Gently, I used my thumb to pull her lip out of the grip of her teeth. “This lip doesn’t belong between your teeth, nena,” I informed her.

Pictures of myself nibbling on that lip while I slowly moved in and out of her flashed in my mind, and the heat radiating off my body had nothing to do with the sun. We stared at one another for at least a minute before I breathed deeply and urged her to start our stroll again.

I asked Allison questions, some of which I already knew the answers to. Others were things I was simply curious about. There were a few things I wanted to know that I had to go about asking in a roundabout way so that she didn’t even realize what she was sharing.

“I take it your dad didn’t want you taking the trip with your boyfriend.”

Allison shook her head, and her nose scrunched, clearly not liking that thought. “I’m sure he would have nixed the idea, but I don’t have a boyfriend. All the boys I know are spoiled and immature. They’re just boys, not men.” Her face flushed slightly, and she avoided my gaze when she continued, “I’m a woman, and a woman should be kissed by a man.”

Her answer was exactly what I’d hoped to hear. She’d confirmed how innocent she was. No boyfriends, and it appeared she’d never been kissed. Never had a man between her thighs. Fuck. No one but me would ever know the feel of her plump lips, the softness of her skin, or what she tasted like. It sent my lust into overdrive, and I was glad she was looking away so I could discreetly adjust myself. Not that it gave me any relief, but at least it hid my hard-on a little better.

“I’m sure it relieved your father that he didn’t have to worry about boys and their intentions,” I quipped in a light tone, as though I was teasing, when I was actually digging for another answer. “Although, I’m sure your mother had that all taken care of. My mamá had my five sisters at the doctor as soon as she spied a boy talking to one of them,” I said, followed by a chuckle.

Allison smiled when I laughed, then shrugged. “My mom knew I’d ask if it ever became an issue.”

Perfect. Nothing would stop me from filling her unprotected womb with my come. I couldn’t fucking wait to stuff her full of my seed until she was growing our baby.

When we reached the edge of the property, we turned around and headed back. Our bungalows were just ahead, and I slowed my pace, wanting to draw out my time with her. Charlie was most likely waiting for her, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

“Have dinner with me.” It was not a question.

3

Diego

After another torturous day of watching her but keeping my distance, six o’clock finally arrived. I jogged across the sand to her door and rapped my knuckles on the wood. The door swung open, and I was greeted by Charlie wearing a wide smile as she blocked the doorway. But beneath her cheeriness, I saw the appraising look in her eyes. I was pleased that she was watching out for her cousin.

“Tall, dark, and handsome was certainly an accurate description,” she murmured. I was amused by her matter-of-fact tone. There was no interest in me beyond deciding if I was good enough for Allison. “The question still remains…”

I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to finish her thought.

“Are you a serial killer?”

I stifled a laugh and shook my head. “No.”

“Good, because you wouldn’t want to experience my kind of retribution for hurting my cousin. I guarantee I’m more creative and a whole lot meaner. You’d be crying like a little girl and begging for death by the time I was done with you.”

She looked so serious that I almost believed her. But when I pictured this short, perky redhead torturing someone, all the while wearing the cheery smile she currently had on her face, I had to swallow hard a couple of times to tamp down the desire to burst into laughter. However, I admired her gumption. She was a pit bull, and the guy she fell for someday would have his hands full.

“Got it,” I replied, deadpan. I was actually proud I didn’t have a hint of mirth in my tone.

Her smile suddenly became genuine, and she took a step back, clearing the doorway. Allison walked out of her bedroom and grabbed a small, colorful purse before walking over to us.


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