Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“These things are stupid. Smart cars make me feel not so smart.” She huffs, giving up and folding her arms over her chest. It pushes her tits up, showing off way too much cleavage.
“Is that your dress?” She glances down, clearly not even remembering what dress she is wearing. “Your tits are falling out of it.”
“They are not!” She drops her folded arms. “It’s your sister's dress. She’s tiny, so it’s a bit snug on me.” Her bottom lip juts out. “Since I’ve moved into your stupid house, that chef has been trying to plump me up.” She mutters something about Hansel and Gretel. “He’s probably going to cook and eat me.”
“No one but me is going to be eating you.” I throw the SUV into drive.
“I was making a joke, and you turned it into something else.”
“I wasn’t.” I pull out onto the main road. “Remind me to thank the chef.”
“Asher,” she whispers my name. I glance over to see she’s got her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. My words have taken some of the steam out of her, and I don’t think in a good way.
“All I’m saying is every inch of you is driving me fucking crazy.” I reach down and openly adjust my hard cock.
“Really?” She peeks over at me.
“Yeah, fucking really. You have me out here acting like a psychopath.” She snorts a laugh. “Not a joke, sweetness.” That only makes her laugh harder. I find myself smiling as her giggles fill the inside of the car. What am I going to do with this girl?
Keep her.
11
Molly
I try to stretch my body as I start to wake, but I can’t move. My eyes peek open a small amount. Enough so that I can see the sunshine coming in through the bottom of the curtains, but my bedroom is mostly dark. I blink, letting them adjust as the reality of my current situation starts to fully come back to me. The night before and everything that went down flashes through my mind.
“Oh God.”
“You can just call me Asher.” A squeal leaves me.
I try to jump up, but again, I get nowhere. I’m on my side with Asher’s leg thrown over both of mine. He’s got his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. His face is buried in my hair. I can feel his warm breath against my neck.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Thought you said this wasn’t your house, so this isn’t your bed. That means you are in my bed.”
I roll my eyes. “Smart ass.” I try to wiggle free but freeze when he lets out a low deep groan. His hips thrust forward, causing his cock to grind into my ass. “Am I naked?”
He squeezes my breast that is in his hand in a silent answer.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to give him an earful, but more of the night comes back to me. He’d brought me to my room where he’d made me drink water and eat a muffin before taking some pills.
I’d proceeded to get undressed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the memories start to come to the surface. I remember the part where I threw my dress at him before I stripped the rest of my clothes off and jumped into bed, where I told him to get on with it. To eat me as he’d said he wanted to do.
He didn’t. He did, however, strip off his clothes down to his boxers and get into the bed with me and pulled me into his arms. I was drunk, so he wouldn’t do anything with me. But he did let me do what I wanted. I’d climbed on top of him and rubbed myself against him until I’d gotten off. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what happened, but that last part could have been a dream.
I lick my dry lips. “Did I…” I trail off. “Did I like…” Again, the words won’t come out.
“Rub your bare pussy against my cock until you came?”
“Asher!” I hiss his name.
“I love when you say my name.” He nibbles at my neck. His thumb rubs back and forth against my nipple, making it harden more.
“We can’t do this?” I mean it to come out as a statement, but it doesn’t.
“Who cares if I’m your stepbrother? We didn’t grow up together.”
“Let’s not forget that you’re a jerk.” He nips my neck. “See?” It takes everything in me not to moan. His mouth feels so damn good on me.
“See what? I think you like that.” One of his legs slips between mine, hooking around it to pull my legs apart. “I can prove it.” I whimper, closing my eyes as his hand slips between my thighs. He cups my sex. “Soaked.” He nips my neck again.
“You’re a jerk.” My words might ring true, but my body doesn’t care. My hips lift, trying to grind my sex against the palm of his hand.