Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Instead of going to the bedroom and checking on her, I went to the kitchen to get down two plates and put some of the casserole onto each one. It also gave me time to think through this. I wanted to eat, then get her naked and in the bed, but I also couldn’t confuse her with my current state of lust where she was concerned. She was a virgin. Not someone who you fucked like an animal and only used for a booty call.
We needed to get out of this cabin. If we stayed here, I was going to keep her legs spread with either my tongue or cock working her until we both got off. And if I didn’t limit that time, I was more likely to snap and sink all the way inside her.
The door opened to her room, and I didn’t look back at her.
“Breakfast is ready,” I told her.
I heard her footsteps as she walked closer, then stopped. I could do this. I mean, hell, I hadn’t even kissed her. That was something, right? She couldn’t confuse this for something else if we weren’t even kissing. Feeling better about things, I picked up my plate and left hers on the counter, then turned around.
“I dished you up some. Figured you’d be hungry,” I told her, then headed to the sofa.
She was wearing a goddamn pink sundress. How the fuck was I supposed to think about anything other than the easy access to her cunt with her in something like that? I could suggest we go down to the stables so she could ride Jack. Then she’d have to change into jeans.
“Thanks,” she said softly, sounding nervous.
That wasn’t going to work either. I didn’t want her feeling nervous and awkward around me. I wanted her comfortable and willing to open those legs for me. I stopped and looked at her. Even her shoulders were tense.
“Six?” I used the nickname just to get a reaction out of her.
She almost smiled when she shifted her attention to me. “I thought we’d gotten rid of that name.”
“I didn’t realize you’d picked out the replacement. Which one did you like? Cherry Pie, or Sugar Cookie, or…oh! I have a new one to add to the pot. Apple Bottom.”
A small laugh escaped her, and her entire body visibly relaxed. Mission accomplished.
“None of those,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she gave me her full-on dimpled smile.
And there went my cock, stirring back to life.
“You don’t have to give me a nickname, you know.”
I frowned. “Of course I do. I give all my female friends nicknames.”
That wasn’t technically true. I had two female friends. Halo, who I called little momma, and Saylor Rice, who I’d only ever called Saylor, except when I called her a bitch. Every other female who wasn’t related to me that I kept in touch with was because I fucked them on occasion. That was it. I’d said it because I wanted to casually toss out the friends thing. Make sure she wasn’t reading anything else into this thing we were doing.
“If that’s the case, then you might as well just call me Six. The others are a hard no.”
I watched her walk into the kitchen and get a bottle of water before responding, “You won’t get insulted if I call you Six?”
She tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “No,” she said with a small smile.
Did she know how fuckable she was?
“Even when I didn’t know you and I thought I didn’t like you, when you opened the door to the motel room…one out of ten, you were a twenty.”
She took a deep breath and then licked her lips. The shy expression that came over her face as she looked at the floor for a moment, then back at me was adorable. And I really needed her not to be adorable too. I was already struggling.
“So, that’s what you meant by a twenty,” she said.
I nodded. “That’s what I meant.”
Her cheeks had a pink blush on them, and I needed to look at something other than her.
“After we eat, why don’t we get out of the cabin? Maybe ride into Jackson, go see a movie,” I suggested, deciding that the stables were still too secluded. I needed people around to keep me from touching her.
“Okay,” she said. “But I need to get some schoolwork done first. And don’t you need to work?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m off until we catch the fucker leaving you notes. My job is to protect you,” I told her while sitting down on the sofa.
She didn’t say anything for a moment, and I fought the concern warring in me to turn around and check on her. I had to keep a line somewhere. Not kissing her was a start, but not worrying over her feelings all the time needed to be part of it.