Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
5
Walker
My hand curls into a fist as I listen to Jenna’s conversation with her dad. I have half a mind to drive into town, weather be damned and knock a few teeth out of that guy’s skull. How can he talk to sweet Jenna the way he does? How can he not see how eager she is to please, how badly she just wants his love and acceptance?
When the call is over, I give her a moment to collect herself. I want to rush in and comfort her more than anything. But something tells me she needs the moment alone.
As soon as she’s composed herself, I bring her a towel and one of my shirts. I can’t fix this for her. I can’t make it better and the knowledge eats at me. Still, maybe I can distract her from her father for a few minutes.
She reaches for the towel, but I shake my head and gesture for her to turn around. She faces the big picture window in my living room. It looks out over the porch where I watch the birds and sip my coffee most mornings. If I have my way, she’ll be sipping her coffee right next to me pretty damn soon. “You should see the view of the sunrise here.”
I reach for the ponytail holder and gently remove it. Her damp blonde hair falls around her shoulders, giving me a whiff of her floral shampoo. The scent is light and tangy, like vanilla and citrus.
“You know…” She starts, and her voice is wobbly. She pauses before continuing, “You have a beautiful yard for yoga. I bet the sun comes up perfectly over the mountain ridge.”
“You’d be welcome to practice here anytime.” The thought of her on my property, stretching her curvy body in the light of the morning sun has me wanting to shuck off my jeans and take her right here. The only thing that’s stopping me is knowing that’s not what she needs. Right now, she needs attention and care.
She purrs her contentment, and I can’t help smiling. It’s why I called her little kitten earlier. She purrs when she’s happy. I plan to make sure she never has a reason to stop.
Her hair has started to dry but she’s still wet. “Your clothes are soaking.”
“I’m sure they’ll dry soon.” Her teeth are starting to chatter and that’s not acceptable to me. As long as I’m around, she’ll never be cold or sad.
“I have spare clothes you can wear.” Grasping her shoulders, I spin her around to face me. I reach for her t-shirt, prepared to tug off the wet thing that’s plastered to her skin.
She frowns and tries to swat my hands away. “I can do it myself.”
I send her a look, and she instantly drops her hands and her gaze. I realize I have some things to clear up because I take care of what’s mine. “When you’re with me, kitten, I take care of you. That’s how this works.”
“You don’t have to,” she murmurs with her eyes still downcast. In that moment, I see so many wounds her father left on her heart. He convinced her that she was a problem, an inconvenience.
I put a finger under her chin until she looks up at me. So much vulnerability in that cornflower blue gaze. “Your pussy is mine, but my possession doesn’t stop there. You are completely mine, Jenna, and I always take care of what’s mine.”
Something flickers across her face, but it’s gone before I can tell what it is. Damn, I want her to open up and share all of her secrets with me. I want her to trust me with everything. But trust has to be earned and that starts with showing her I’m nothing like the man who raised her.
Gently, I pull the wet material from her skin and help her out of her t-shirt. Her white cotton bra is simple and plain. A reminder of her innocence that has my cock surging to life again.
She has more than generous breast that I can’t wait to get my hands and lips all over. Maybe I’ll even fuck her titties one day. The idea of my dick sliding between them has me taking a deep breath and reminding the impatient fucker that he’s not getting inside of her just yet.
Jenna tries to cover herself, but I move her hands. My voice is firm when I tell her, “You don’t hide from me. You’re perfect as you are.”
“Please don’t say what you don’t mean,” she whispers.
I growl. She has no idea how damn beautiful she is. That makes it my job to teach her, to show my good girl just how amazing her body is. “You will not think badly of what belongs to me. Now, tell me that you are sorry and will love your curvy little body because your man loves it.”