Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Even as I’m saying these words, I’m struggling not to pull the car over and strip her naked. These impulses only seem to get stronger by the minute.
What is she doing to me?
“I’m pretty sure if any other man did that to me, I would have been scared,” she murmurs, as if she’s still processing. “But I wasn’t scared at all when you did it. I felt…praised. Prized. I felt like…”
“What?” I practically pant.
“Your spit felt like a reward for being a good girl.” Blushing, she clasps her hands together tightly in her lap, sneaking me a glance. Can she tell that her confession made me feel ferocious? “Take a left here. My building is halfway down the street.”
“Uh-huh,” I manage, trying to keep my breathing even. “You are a good girl, Haylo,” I say quietly in the dark car, knowing I shouldn’t. Knowing I shouldn’t reach over and massage the highest part of her thigh, but doing that, too. “Go inside before I find another place to spit.”
Her eyes close and she traps a moan, but ultimately pushes out of the passenger side, her legs noticeably wobbly. “Good night, Joel. See you tomorrow for the pool party.”
“I’m walking you to door. Don’t move.”
“I don’t need you to do that.”
“I need to watch you go inside and lock the door or I won’t sleep.”
“Joel, please just go.”
“Why?” My eyes narrow over her plaintive tone. “Why don’t you want me to walk you to the door?” Cymbals crash together in my head and I’m already preparing to commit a homicide, my fists curling into weapons. “Is there a fucking boyfriend waiting for you in there?”
“What? No! No. I just…” She gestures to the building, and I follow her line of sight, noticing the silhouettes in the top window for the first time. At least ten people are visible inside the top floor apartment and they appear to be playing charades. “My roommates have their parents over,” she explains.
My heart sinks to the gas pedal.
“I was going to wait until you drove away and walk back to the sorority house. There’s a couch I can sleep on in the common area.” She shrugs. “I just don’t want to be the odd one out. It’s going to make me feel even worse if they try and include me.”
“Get in.”
“What?”
I give her a look that brooks no disobedience, and I’m shocked how…right it feels. To give her a command with my eyes and have her follow it. She slips back into the seat without another word and bows her head, that moonbeam hair falling around her face like a curtain and my hand moves on its own, reaching over to stroke the crown of her head.
“Do you like doing what you’re told, angel?”
“I’m as surprised as you are.” She lifts her head and presses her cheek into my hand, though she doesn’t meet my gaze. “With you, I like it.”
My throat is dry hearing that. “That’s a dangerous privilege you’re giving me, Haylo.”
Finally, she gives me a glimpse of those green eyes. “I know.”
Those two words zipper my abdomen up tight. I can barely fucking breathe with her looking at me, so trusting. What the hell am I going to do about her?
With an effort, I tear my hand away from Haylo’s soft cheek, hitting the gas to peel off down the street, turning in the direction of town. “I’m going to get you a room for the night in the same hotel. You’re not sleeping on a goddamn couch in the sorority house.”
Of course, when we arrive at the hotel, there is not a single room available.
“Sorry, man,” says the clerk. “parents’ weekend gets a little hectic. There are several of them going on at once. All the frats, too…”
“Right.” I look back over my shoulder where Haylo sits in the lobby looking at her phone, totally unaware that every man who passes gapes at her hungrily. Of course they do. She’s magnificent. Not to mention, her braless tits are pouting in that thin, little tank top again. Begging for my mouth. The memory of her flavor is driving me insane.
“Is that your daughter?” asks the clerk, huffing into his palm and sniffing, as if to check his breath. “Do you…like, would you introduce me?”
An ugly wave of violent jealousy sweeps my bones. “No. I won’t. And she’s not my daughter.” I slide my wallet back into my pocket, leaving the counter and returning to Haylo. When I stop in front of her, she locks her phone and stands up, tipping her head back to gaze at me curiously.
“Did you get me a room?”
“There aren’t any available.”
“Oh.” Appearing thoughtful for a moment, she sways closer to me until her tits are brushing my abdomen, her fingers lifting to smooth my shirt collar. “Are you going to take me home now? Or keep me?”