Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I sighed. “I won’t fuck this up, Apollo.”
“Sure,” he scoffed.
I watched him round the car and then fall inside. Only when the vehicle was started and the window was rolled down did he add a parting comment.
“But think about this,” he suggested as he started to back out. “What kind of person does that make you to deny her you? It’s clear that she has feelings for you. It’s also clear that you care about her. You’re not a bad person, Romeo. Just because you fucked up once, doesn’t mean that you should pay for that the rest of your life. You both can live long, happy lives with each other while keeping this one secret.”
He was right.
But I still couldn’t do it to her.
“Drive safely, Apollo,” I murmured. “And give my sister a kiss for me.”
Apollo winked. “I’ll do more than that.”
I had a ball of snow aiming toward his face for that comment.
He had the window mostly rolled up, but still a little bit got inside.
Apollo laughed as he continued to back up.
He flipped me off, then whipped the vehicle around and took off like there wasn’t six inches of snow on the ground.
“I can do it,” I said to myself as I saw Mable sneak Shadow a second apple. “This will all work out just fine.”
Those were famous last words.
I couldn’t do it.
I didn’t do it.
In fact, it really was my subconscious at first doing all the doing.
I was sleeping rather soundly for the first time in what felt like forever.
I woke to the twist of a bottom against the curve of my lap.
And like it always did, my dick took notice the first thing in the morning.
At first, I wasn’t quite conscious of what I was doing.
Then, when I was conscious of what I was doing, I couldn’t stop myself from giving one last grind of my hips against hers.
Which was what woke her up.
“Romeo?”
Just that voice was enough to do me in.
Her husky, breathy whisper of my name was all it took to have me making decisions that I swore I wouldn’t make.
“Mable,” I whispered.
“What are you…” She trailed off when she realized the compromising position we were in.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked as I went to push away. “I’ll get it under control.”
There was a hesitation there before she replied with, “Why?”
Why indeed?
“Mable…”
Then, my brave girl twisted so that she was facing me.
I got to gaze into her sleepy eyes, which was why her question took me off guard at first, and I blurted out my real answer before I could get a handle on my tongue.
“I want this. I want you.” She filleted me with her gaze. “Do you not feel the same way?”
I barely contained the snort that wanted to escape from my lips. “Don’t play dumb with me, Mable Louise. Only an idiot wouldn’t feel the same way.”
She surprised me by climbing on top of me, her legs straddling my waist, and leaning forward. “Then you like me?”
I couldn’t stop myself from bringing up my hand and curling her wild hair behind her ear. “I more than like you, Mable.”
She studied my face for a long moment before saying, “Then what are we waiting for?”
What were we waiting for?
I was quickly forgetting everything that I’d reminded myself over and over to remember when it came to her. She was a good woman. She deserved the god’s honest truth.
And I couldn’t give that to her.
“I…”
Before I could say a word, she leaned forward and gently placed her lips on mine.
It was a very chaste kiss.
There wasn’t anything too seductive about it.
Just a press of her lips against mine. Hesitant. Testing.
And I spiraled.
Every piece of me that knew this was wrong took a back burner to the here and now.
To the way she felt straddling my hips. To the way her pussy felt pressed against my hard cock. To the way her breasts pressed against my chest as she leaned forward, her hair curtaining both of our faces.
I couldn’t have come up with the moral high ground if I tried.
Not when every piece of me was screaming to pull her to me and show her what a real kiss should feel like.
Not any of that pecking bullshit.
No, I wanted her mouth on mine. Her tongue dancing with mine. I wanted to breathe in the air she was exhaling.
I wanted…
It was like she read my thoughts, because she pressed forward again, grabbing my face in both of her tiny hands, and kissed me. For real this time.
She was the aggressor at first, licking and sucking, sipping at my mouth with lots of tiny kisses in between caresses of our tongues.
Then my control snapped.
My hands went to the back of her head, holding her to me, as I deepened the kiss, showing her exactly what I wanted from her.