Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Ouch,” I say, smiling helplessly. “Once I’m not a pleb anymore?”
He smiles too, locking an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “Your plebeian days are already over. Catch up.”
“You said before that your dad was a dick. Were you just telling me what I wanted to hear?”
“No. Dick may have actually been understating things. He’s an evil bastard, but he loves his wife.”
“And his kids?”
He’s not as quick to answer that one. “He likes us well enough. He doesn’t like competition for her attention, so once we got our driver’s licenses, when Tim and I pushed to stay at the lake house for the summer, he didn’t have a problem with it.”
“I still think it’s weird that you guys own multiple houses in the same area.”
He shrugs. “They got passed down. My family has been an institution in this town for generations, so they own a lot of shit.”
Sighing, I murmur, “Yeah, I’m aware.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.”
“It’s fine. It’s getting less sore now that I have an amicable relationship with at least one member of the Walters family.”
“Which one?” he teases, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Do I need to fight ’em?”
I laugh, but my amusement is interrupted by the chills raising hair along the nape of my neck as his mouth moves across my skin. “God, you’re so good at that.”
His hands slide down, cupping my ass, then he lifts me and carries me over to the bed. Rather than toss me on it like I think he might, he lets me down slowly, letting me slide down his body until I can brace my feet on the floor.
“Sit.”
Heat moves through my lower tummy at the command, and I lower myself until I’m sitting on the bed, looking up at him.
“Shirt off.”
I don’t know why he even let me get dressed to walk a few feet, but I don’t argue, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and dragging it over my head.
Once I’ve tossed the shirt, he reaches for my head, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling my face toward him. My heart skips a beat when he forces my face against his abs, then tells me, “Kiss.”
My hands find his sides, and I turn my head, leaving a trail of sweet, soft kisses along his torso. The temperature of my blood seems to rise with every touch of my lips against his skin, and when he takes one of my hands and guides it to his cock, the temperature reaches boiling.
“Let’s see what you can do with those pretty nails.”
Heart galloping, I tug down his boxer briefs, freeing his already hardening cock. As soon as my hand touches him, it grows, hardening against my palm.
I feel pretty powerful knowing I can do that to him.
It makes me want to please him more, too.
I don’t know how sensitive it is, but since he said the thing about my nails, I drag them very gently down the length of his cock.
An unmistakable sound of pleasure escapes him, and he lets his head fall back.
Oh yeah, he liked that.
Since he did, I experiment a little more, lightly dragging my nails down his abdomen. He grabs my hand, redirecting it to his chest. I slide my hand up over his muscular pec, over his shoulder, then catch the back of his neck, dragging him down to kiss me.
He doesn’t stop there. He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me, positioning himself between my legs. I skipped underwear after the shower, so I feel his hard cock against my bare pussy. I exhale sharply as his lips find my neck again, kissing me hungrily as his cock butts against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he says suddenly, tearing away from my neck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, already a bit fuzzy with arousal.
“Nothing,” he says, but he leans back, then climbs off the bed. “You stay put,” he says, pointing at me. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m hardly disobedient in the bedroom, but while he’s gone, I scoot over just a little so I’m in my spot on the bed. He comes back a second later, holding several strips of condoms from the box we bought at the store tonight. He tears one off, then looks around and frowns.
“Tomorrow, you go nightstand shopping,” he tells me.
“Yes, sir,” I say playfully.
He smirks and climbs back on the bed, but as soon as he does, he notices I moved. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?”
I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at him. “I thought you just meant don’t leave the bed.”
Shaking his head, he tells me, “That’s a naughty girl, not listening to me.”
“No,” I whine, with a pout I’m only half putting on. As a former people-pleasing teacher’s pet, I find disapproval quite painful.