Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“My mom died when I was young. They said it was suicide. Not sure I believed that even as a young boy.”
They said she took too many pills paired with alcohol. I know she did drink, and often, but if that was the case, I still lay that at my father's feet. He never would have let her leave, especially with me. I remember him using me as a weapon against her in the past. That is my youngest memory.
“Oh, Cash.” I can see her hurt for me. Her body melts more into mine, wanting to get closer. That's Kindred, wanting to give others comfort. She takes on so much from others. It's her nature, who she is. At her core, Kindred is that sweet goodness in life.
“See, my father spread enough pain. I don’t want it on you too. I won’t allow him to hurt anyone else. Especially you. You're mine.”
“I am yours, Cash. I think I have been my whole life, but that’s not how this works. These are the things we share with each other. That’s what makes us close." I want to be so close to her that I feel her every breath as she breathes life into me. I don't want to know where she begins and I end.
"All right," I agree. "I want to be as close to you as I can get." I push back the chair and stand with her in my arms, carrying her through the house. I don't stop until we're in the master, and I sit her down on the bed. Kindred simply watches and waits to see what I'll do next.
I reach behind me and pull my shirt off and toss it away. "Oh, Cash." Kindred shifts to her knees, her delicate fingers coming to my chest to softly stroke one scar and then another. Her touch is like a balm to them that I never knew I needed. "I always thought of you as a badass Ranger, but you're a warrior." She kisses the scar on my left pec and then one on my side, her lips erasing the bad memories and replacing them with good. "You've been fighting battles your whole life."
I sink my fingers into her hair and close my eyes, feeling that sweet mouth of hers against my skin. Kindred’s touch is gentle and filled with her love. I have never experienced that in my life.
“Kindred.” I groan when her mouth dips low. I open my eyes to see a mischievous smile on her face.
“What?” She bats her eyes at me like an innocent angel.
"That wasn't the deal." I tighten my hold on her hair. She lets out a small gasp.
"You're going to tell me no?" She runs her fingers along the top of my pants, letting them dip inside. "I don't think you want to." The little minx licks her lips, her eyes on the outline of my cock straining to get out.
"Yes." I tug, making her lean back. "You forgot I like control, Cupcake?"
"You can control it. I don't know what I'm doing anyhow, so you'll have to teach me what feels good and what you like." She licks her lips again, and fuck, she's tempting, but it's not happening. Not right now, at least.
"I will control it." Her eyes widen a fraction, thinking she won. I release my hold on her hair but don't give her a chance to move. I grab her, lifting her and easily tossing her farther back onto the bed. I catch a flash of her white panties from under my shirt as she is bouncing.
I don't give her a chance to remove it. Not with Kindred. You have to be quick. I come down over her, pinning her to the center of the bed.
"We had a deal, and nothing is stopping me from getting my mouth all over your bare cunt."
"Cash." She whispers my name as shyness slips in. A doe-eyed expression is taking over. It makes my cock jerk. This is the closest to innocence that I'll ever be, and I want to drown in it. To have it surround me for the rest of my life. "That mouth of yours."
"Is going to eat every inch of you." I push my shirt she's wearing up as I knee her legs apart, making room. I lean back, wanting to get a full view of her, and my fingers slide up her hips to her ribs. My hands easily wrap around her delicate body. "So small," I murmur to myself. I need to handle this body with care and worship it. "We're past the point of no return, Cupcake. There is no stopping this now."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Hands above your head," I order her. She hesitates. "I've got cuffs."
"Cash, that is not a threat." A giggle leaves her, but she puts her hands above her head. I can feel pre-cum leaking from my cock. Now I'm picturing her cuffed to the bed. Fuck, I'm going to cum before we do anything. I need to get cuffs that won't hurt her skin. I want to dominate her, but I don't want to mark up her perfection.