Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
She laughs through her next sob. “I love that you know all that, old man.”
“Exactly. I’m the old one here. Aren’t they teaching that shit in sex ed by now?”
She leans against my chest and sighs. “It’s still Texas. Sex ed is basically just abstinence-only. So maybe he didn’t know any better.”
My teeth grind. Bullshit, he didn’t know better. Any man who’s paying attention and checking in with his woman knows if she’s eager or not about the sex you’re having.
But this asshole got Kira believing all sorts of stories to keep the wool over her eyes. Enough so she could later justify getting engaged to her rapist. I’ll call it what it is, even if she won’t or can’t.
This piece of shit has used her since the day he met her, then raped her, probably because he got pissed he couldn’t keep it up, and was gonna keep on using her for the rest of her life. Suckling off the sweet teat of her family’s money to launch his own political career. Just like daddy. He’d absolutely destroy Kira in the process.
Definitely a knife to the balls for him. Then maybe a few accidental slugs through his skull. I don’t care if his daddy is a senator.
He thinks he can get away with anything? I’m happy to prove to him that he’s just a man who’ll bleed like any other.
I’m so busy planning the gruesome and exacting manner of his death that I must miss whatever calculation is happening in Kira’s brain.
Because suddenly she’s kissing me. I can’t help but kiss her back, cradling her face even if I wonder if it’s the right thing to be doing. After everything she just told me, am I being the asshole now? Taking advantage of her when she’s vulnerable—
Her hand drops to the button of my pants.
“Whoa, whoa,” I say, grabbing her fingers.
She stops, then looks up at me. “Oh. God. Oh my god.”
Her hands leap to cover her face. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed. I just said all that shit and I’m all fucked up and you must—”
I grab her hands. “No. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but no. I’m trying to be the good guy here. But I’m whatever you need. If that’s to listen, I’m a listening guy. If you tear your clothes off, believe me, I’ll be that guy. And if you need a shut-up-and-leave-you-alone guy, that’s me, too. I’m all those things and whatever else you need me to be because I—”
Fucking love you.
Oh shit. It would be really fucked up to tell her that right now. Especially since I just realized it myself. But I’m trying to be the good guy, not laying too much on her when she’s vulnerable.
“Really?” she says, peeking out between her fingers, then dropping one hand to reach for a tissue for her nose. “You feel all those different types of ways about me?”
I nod.
“All at once?”
I nod again.
She blinks up at me, this fucking gorgeous redhead with the most luminescent pale skin and a dusting of freckles that makes me want to lick each one individually. She sniffles, then says, “I’ll take the sexy one, then,” like she’s ordering off the menu. Her tongue peeks out between her teeth, and she lunges for me.
I open my arms to welcome her home.
Except I realize only when she dives past me, she wasn’t lunging for me at all. Her breasts press against my chest through her thin shirt as she reaches for my seat lever, dropping my seat back. Then she climbs on top of me.
My hands immediately move to her outer thighs, and my fingers squeeze out of instinct. Fuckin’ Jesus, it feels good to have my hands on this woman again. My cock instantly raises the staff. Hello, troops; it’s time to march.
But silly me, Kira’s not done yet. Before I know it, she crawls off me and lands in the backseat diagonal from me. Her damn car is so small her foot nearly smacks me in the face as she drops to her back and starts shoving her skirt and stockings down.
“You said you’d eat me out earlier. Still feeling that way, big boy?”
I chuckle under my breath at the big boy comment. Is that nickname for me or my cock? And how long has she being calling us that in her head? I’m generally a modest guy, but I know that I’m hung.
Kira takes me back to when I was in high school, except without all the weird head games girls liked to pull. I never have to wonder what she’s thinking, in part because of her terrible poker face and because she just naturally walks around saying whatever she feels or thinks out loud. At least with me.
I fucking love her.
“Hell, yeah, I’m still feeling that way,” I manage to make out through a suddenly thick throat.