Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure I’m clean for you, baby.”
“Clean for me?”
“Yes, baby. You’re going to be spending a lot of time on these lips and there will be no one else touching them. Ever. So, yes, I’ll hug you.” I shove myself between her legs, place her hands around the back of my neck. “But, hugs and kisses go together don’t they?”
Her iridescent gray eyes sparkle as I see her working things out. She doesn’t pull back, but she’s stalled. Stuck in what seems wrong. But I’m going to take her all the way through wrong to what I’m feeling.
Which is, this is right. “Say it, baby. Hugs and kisses go together.”
I lick my bottom lip on a sniff, her peachy, creamy scent sending a spurt of cum from the head of my cock.
“Hugs and kisses go together,” she hisses, her bee-sting plump lips making me fucking ache.
“Good girl.” I grunt, thrusting my hips into the softness of her spread legs. The heat there makes me grind against her. Up and down, pulling her ass forward, pressing my lips onto hers, tasting that cherry sweetness and I’m gone.
Her fingers tug at the back of my neck, my need tearing through me like a jagged blade. I’m humping against her, her bare tits against my shirt, when she slips her tongue into my mouth and I hate myself, but it’s too late.
I turn feral. Rutting against her, kissing her, my tongue down her throat. Humping into my stepdaughter like a rabid animal. Imagining my dick slipping deep into that untouched hole, barreling forward as my sticky, seed-filled cum laps at her cervix.
That thought has my release erupting from my balls. I cum in a blast of heat and guilt as I swallow Lennie’s scream in our kiss, my instinct taking over, and I use her body as my dry hump fuck toy, the load of hot cum lashing against the inside of my pants, soaking through into her heat.
When I pull back, shame chills me. Her eyes are wide, lips falling open, words hanging between us, but the hint of fear and surprise on her face only makes me want her more. This more. Us more.
“I—I—” She stutters as my pulse pounds in my ears. She’s never looked at me like this before. Like something’s gone.
Trust?
Sure, asshole, you just relieved yourself against her in a fucking bathroom.
I’m gutted as I slip my jacket off and put it on her tiny body.
There’s a knock at the door.
“You okay?” It’s Davis. “Mark and Stephen are here, they’ll walk you out. It’s already out on the socials, man, you should get out of here.”
“Let’s go home.” I gather Lennie against me, unsure what’s waiting for us on the other side of that door, but knowing, whatever it is, I’ll put myself between her and it.
For the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER 3
Lennie
What was I thinking?
In my worst disaster yet, I not only didn’t sign the client and didn’t get the thumb drive, but I almost gave up my virginity in the process.
That’s one thing but come on, what happened after?
In the bathroom?
Put me in the tub and douse me with the ice water because I am still on fire.
I watch as Cade splits the crowd with sheer force. The lights from a dozen camera phones leave spots in my vision as he leads me out the front doors and into our waiting limo.
He secures me in the back, buckling my seat belt as he always does, insisting on doing it himself whenever we ride in a vehicle together.
His angry, massive body races around the front of the car then into the seat next to me as my hands shake, holding the front of his tuxedo jacket closed across my chest.
In the tussling and pulling from the bathroom to the front door, I managed to get my boobs back into my bra. I’m a double D, thanks to my mother’s genetics, and I have to say, I’ve never been a huge fan of my curves until I saw the way Cade looked at me in the restroom.
I’m ten kinds of confused as the limo slides forward, the crowd still recording us as we slip away, Cade stone silent and staring straight ahead at the black divider between us and the driver.
For the first time, he’s not on his phone when we’re in the back of a limo. He’s always on his phone. So many deals to be made. Problems to solve. The only times I’ve seen him raise his voice or be anything other than stoically calm and in control, have been when I’ve been in danger somehow.
The first, was soon after we’d moved in with him. The three of us went to Disneyland, because my mother loves Disneyland and she wanted to show off her new happy, blended family with her shiny new super business agent-mogul husband.