Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
He kissed me. My first kiss.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and I do.
His tongue sweeps in as he takes the kiss he demanded. I whimper when his cock digs into me and he pulls back too soon. I slide down his body until my feet hit the ground and now my mouth feels swollen. I don’t think I kissed him back at all—he just took what he wanted.
His arms drop from around me as he steps back. “Even sweeter than I thought you’d be.” His tongue comes out and grazes his bottom lip. “You better run faster, Bunny, if you think you can get away from me.”
Excitement bubbles up inside of me before I turn and take off on a dead run. I have no idea where I’m going, but this time I’m the one that leaves without saying goodbye.
Chapter Three
Joe
I pull up outside of Twice Read Tales as I see Kayla rush through the doors. It’s almost like she can feel me hot on her heels and she’s right.
After last night and kissing her, I didn’t sleep a wink. I made sure she got home safe and I let her have the night alone. It’s going to be her last night alone if I’ve got anything to say about it.
The first thing I did when I got back into town was buy that old farmhouse she loved outside of town. The one that backed up to the pond with the big oak trees and wraparound porch. I remember going out there with her several times when it used to be owned by her great aunt. After she retired and moved to Florida it sat vacant and needed some work. I’ve been having people fix it up for me for the past couple of years, knowing one day I’d want to gift it to her. But after everything that’s happened since the last time I left, the only thing I’ve imagined in that house is the family I’m going to make with Kayla.
The house is ready and so am I. It’s time to bring my girl home and start that family I know we’re both desperate for. When she was a kid she talked non-stop about having ten kids, and now I vow to give her every single one of them.
I jump out of my truck and go across the street and into the shop. There’s a chime on the door that sounds like a security system, and I’m happy to know at least she’s safe in here.
“Can I help you?” I recognize the brunette behind the counter from the police station yesterday.
“You’re Barbie, right?”
“Who’s asking?” The deep voice comes from the back of the store and I see a big guy walking closer. “Oh, you’re looking for Kayla.”
I nod as he comes up to me and holds out his hand. “I’m Shaw, and that one is mine.” He nods over to Barbie, who turns tomato red but doesn’t disagree.
“Yeah, I saw her come in. Is she still here or is she sneaking out the back again?”
“She’s in the storage room in the back,” Shaw says, and Barbie hisses at him.
“Shaw!”
He shrugs, not caring. “We’re about to go to lunch. I’ll lock the door on the way out,” he says as he takes Barbie’s hand and pulls her to the front.
“But, but—” Barbie protests.
“Good luck,” Shaw says as they exit the door and I hear the click of the deadbolt.
I walk toward the back of the store and see the door marked Storage. I hear some rustling on the other side and quietly turn the knob. When I do, I see Kayla with her back to me as she sorts through some papers on a table in front of her.
She’s humming to herself, not noticing that I’ve snuck in, and I take a moment to look her up and down. She’s got on a tight black long-sleeve shirt and a plaid skater skirt that’s too damn short. My eyes trail down the bare skin of her thighs to the black knee-high socks she’s got on and then to her combat boots. She looks like a dirty schoolgirl and I lick my lips remembering the taste of her.
Last night, like every other night, I stroked my cock to the fantasy of her. Now that I’m faced with the real thing, those dirty dreams pale in comparison to the real thing.
“You wearing panties?” My voice sounds like I haven’t used it in ten years and it scares the shit out of her. She whips around with her hand on her chest and wide eyes.
“You scared the hell out of me,” she breathes, taking her time looking me over. “What are you doing here?”
She goes up on her tiptoes to look behind me like any moment someone is going to come running in.
“Shaw let me in.” She narrows her eyes into a scowl. “Then they left and locked the door.” Her look of anger is replaced with shock as she takes a step backwards.