Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Since when is Travis serious about anyone? He uses that hookup app. Don’t worry, he never brings them home.”
Her eyes well with tears and she runs out of the kitchen. What the hell just happened? I stalk after her but when I reach her room, the door is closed. Gritting my teeth, I know I need to leave her alone because I’m the one who established this very boundary for us.
Fuck.
I guess we’ll discuss this shit tomorrow.
Someone crying pulls me from a deep sleep. I roll over in bed to glance at the clock. It’s almost two in the morning. Is Savannah upset Travis went on a date?
Irritation burns through me, chasing away the dregs of sleep. “Sweetheart?”
The crying immediately stops, and I’m met with silence.
“Want to talk about it?” I call out.
Nothing.
With a grunt of frustration, I close my eyes and try to force myself back to sleep knowing I have to get up at a quarter to five for my run.
Then I hear it.
Creak.
Soft padding sound.
A sniffle.
My bed moves as someone climbs into it. Her sweet scent gives her away. I lie still and then groan when she curls against my side. Out of instinct, I pull her tighter to me, hugging her and kissing her head.
“It’s okay,” I croon, voice raspy. “Tell me why you’re crying, sweetheart.”
I turn toward her in the dark, seeking her face with my palm, and tenderly stroke her wet cheek with my thumb. Her breath is hot, tangling with mine.
“He hasn’t come home yet.”
My heart sinks. “I’m sorry you’re upset. I’m sure he’s safe.”
“Safe?” Her voice is shrill. “He’s fucking some woman, and it makes me sick.”
“It shouldn’t,” I say to her. “He’s a grown man and needs to be with women his own age.” I pause, hating having to bring this up now. “Like myself. The kissing we did was out of line and inappropriate. It can’t happen again.”
She displays defiance by pressing her lips to mine. I must have the patience of a saint because I don’t kiss her back. This makes her cry harder.
Fuck.
What the hell do I do?
“We can’t,” I breathe. “You should date someone like Brayden. Forget us old guys.”
“I just want to be loved and cherished and desired,” she whispers. “Why is that so much to ask for?”
This time, when she kisses me, I’m distracted by where her hand has traveled. She grips my cock through my boxers and strokes it to life. It feels damn good to have her touching me. In the dark, it almost passes for a naughty dream.
“Savvy,” I warn hoarsely. “Stop.”
“Or what?” She nips on my bottom lip. “You’ll come?”
A wave of desire washes over me, and I lose all sense of reality. I go from being on my side to on top of her, mouth devouring hers. She moans as our tongues tangle desperately.
This is dangerous.
So fucking wrong.
And yet I grind against her pussy, loving how my cock radiates with pleasure at the sensation.
“I want you inside me,” she murmurs against my lips. “Please, Cole. I need you. I need this.”
I want to say no. Maybe I do in my head. My body has other plans. Grabbing hold of her shorts, I sit back long enough to rip them off her body, and then press down against her, kissing her more frantically than before.
You can stop this, man.
Don’t do something you can’t undo.
She writhes beneath me, fingers raking through my hair. I grind against her, wanting nothing more than to tear away the only material left between us and something unforgivable.
She’s barely eighteen.
I’m her father’s age.
A damn cop with morals and responsibilities.
So why the hell am I reaching between us to push my boxers down?
I grab hold of my cock and rub it along her slick slit. When I find her tight opening, I push against it.
Resistance.
My cock is too thick for her.
Fuck.
I curse aloud as I push harder into her. Her body stretches around me, slowly accepting my girth. The whimper that crawls out of her throat is a mixture of aroused and terrified.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmur against her mouth. “It’s going in. Almost there. I’m trying not to hurt you.”
Maybe not physically, but mentally, this shit is going to hurt tomorrow.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders to the point of pain. My cock throbs so hard I see stars. The pain mixed with pleasure has me losing control. I thrust my hips, driving into her the rest of the way, reveling in her scream. Thank fuck Travis isn’t here to witness my depravity.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good, Savvy. So good.”
She kisses me with a desperation I also feel. My entire body buzzes with dizzying pleasure at being inside this girl I’ve been fantasizing about all week. I piston my hips, wondering if I’m bruising her insides or tearing her tender flesh. There’s no going slow for her in this moment.