Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to sleep in the bed?” I nod my head, thankful that’s all I need to do. I was sure we’d get into a back and forth about how he’d take the couch. I would pretend that I would, but he made it simple for me. “Good.” Rich walks over to the side of the bed, leaning down, he kisses the top of my head.
The gesture is so sweet. Then he goes around to the other side, slipping under the blanket. “I left the closet light on,” he tells me when he flips off the lights in the room. It illuminates part of the bedroom so that you can still see.
“Thank you.” I wiggle back down into the bed, rolling to face him. Rich doesn’t do the same.
“Night, dollface.”
“Night, Rich,” I whisper back, closing my eyes, praying that when I open them, this all isn’t just a dream.
Chapter Eight
RICH
I’ve never given much thought to the smell of my own shampoo. Hell, if you’d randomly asked me what the smell was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you a week ago.
Now, I’m well aware that it smells of lemon and peppermint. Not only that, the smell now gives me a fucking hard-on because it’s what my girl always smells like. Teddy had gotten her some girly shit to use. It is in the shower, but it hasn’t been touched.
It’s been torture smelling it and the sweet mix of her natural scent together. It wraps around me every fucking morning. I wake up to it and Fallon’s hair falling onto my chest. No matter how we end up falling asleep, I always wake up with her clinging to me. It’s truly the sweetest fucking torture I’ve ever experienced.
It has been hard to keep my hands to myself. They’ve itched to reach out and pull her to me. I have to fight it. I don’t want to spook her and then not have her in my bed anymore. I know keeping myself under control is the only option. So this will have to be enough for now.
Who the fuck am I kidding? If this was all she’d ever give me, I’d still take it. Over the past few days, her nightmares have been happening less frequently. It’s helping that when she jolts awake from one of them now, she remembers where she is.
Each time she startles, I hold her close and whisper to her over and over that she’s safe. That no one will ever get to her. That I have her. That as long as I live and breathe, no hair on her head will be touched again unless she wants it to be. After a few moments, her body will slowly relax, and she’ll fall back asleep.
A couple of times I could sense her restlessness while she was sleeping; sure she was having a bad dream, I’d rub her back, again whispering to her until the tension left her body.
"Rich," Fallon mumbles in her sleep. Her face is buried in my neck, her mouth grazing my skin. She's pressed into my side while I'm on my back.
"I'm here," I respond gently, running my hand up her back. Fallon lets out a small moan, sliding her leg on top of me, brushing against my cock in the process. I bite back a growl. Morning wood is one thing, but this dollface touching me is a whole other thing.
My cock has never been this hard in my life. It’s painful to a degree. Here I’d thought I had my shit under control, that I was nothing like other dipshits my age that are led by their dick and only think with it.
I was sure I’d funneled all of that into the gym and fighting. That I burned it off, if it was there. Then Fallon came along, and I can’t keep my shit together. I’m not pissed about it, more annoyed with myself when I’m stiff as fuck, and my girl is wiggling against me having a nightmare. It’s so not the damn time, but I can’t do shit about it. No matter how hard I try, that shit isn’t going down.
She doesn’t even have to be near me, and I’m sporting wood. Having her so close all the time is going to be my undoing. I’ve already had to escape to the bathroom on numerous occasions to jerk off, which is pointless. As soon as I’m in her presence again, I’m in the same exact predicament.
“Rich.” Fallon says my name again, but this time, there is a soft moan to it. Her tiny body shifts, moving more over me so that her soft chest is pressed to mine. I close my eyes, feeling her nipples through the thin shirt of mine she has on. I’m not going to survive this. Her rubbing herself against me, and me not being able to touch her the way that I want is going to be the death of me.