Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I’d say she’s acting childish, but making a man jealous by flirting with a friend is the oldest trick in the book, and by no means relegated to teenagers. Wars have started from the exact same shit I’m witnessing right now.
I feel a tap on my shoulder. Certain it’s one of the other guys, I turn my head to him. I’m happily surprised to see the bright green eyes of Snapper. She angles her head in a quick jerk. Without looking back at Khloe and her flirting with Snatch, I stand from the couch, gently place my empty beer bottle on the side table, and follow Snapper out of the room, all the while allowing her to hold my hand as we make our exit.
Two can play games if that’s what she wants. The only difference is Snapper is completely legal, and I’m well aware of how her mouth and pussy feel wrapped around my cock.
My head is spinning by the time we make it to my room. She closes the door quietly and stalks across the floor until she’s right in front of me. She practically purrs as her hands run from my stomach, up my pecs, and finally resting around my neck.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” she says in a seductive whisper, that when used every other time, made me rock solid in seconds. Tonight? Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Snapper, not being one to miss a thing notices my less than active involvement in the moment. “She’s got you all tied up, doesn’t she?”
I nod and lick my lips, wishing for just tonight things were different. I feel guilty for momentarily wishing my life would’ve never been complicated by that beauty sitting damn near on Snatch’s lap. The ache in my constant blue balls is the only thing making me wish such a terrible thing. I clear my throat. I’m a grown ass man, and if I can’t keep my dick from thinking for me for a few weeks, then I don’t even deserve to be able to touch an amazing woman like Khloe.
Snapper grins up at me, steps back, and pats my chest. “She’s a lucky girl, Kid.”
She turns and leaves me alone in my dark room. I grumble in frustration and make my way to the shower. The blast of cold sobers me up slightly. I hate the sting of the frigid water on my skin but welcome the fact that it shrivels my nuts. Maybe they’ll stay hidden for a while because I want more than anything to go out there and snatch Khloe off my brother’s lap.
It’s what I want to do to her once I have her that keeps me from doing just that. Looks like another night-long ride is in my future.
I towel off quickly, knowing I need to get out of here before my resolve crumbles and I do something incredibly stupid.
As if I’m not tempted enough with her in the same building, it seems the gods of provocation are against me. I stop dead in my tracks, finding Khloe in my bed. Not just in my bed but stark ass naked with a pout on her face.
Fuck. My. Life.
“Khloe,” I groan in frustration gripping the towel tighter at my waist.
I dart my eyes to my closet where my clothes are and then the door to leave the room, wondering how quickly I can dress and get out of here.
“Kid,” she says breathily.
I keep my eyes on her face, because looking at any part of her naked body right now would be extremely dangerous. I see the pain in her eyes, and I feel guilty as hell.
“Did you fuck her?” she asks softly, unable to hide the heartache in her words.
I shake my head no. “I couldn’t even touch her.”
“Come here,” she begs clutching at her breast and spreading her legs wider.
“Khloe,” I sigh in frustration. “I won’t touch you either.”
“You don’t have to,” she says letting her hand roam down her flat stomach. “Just watch.”
I get closer but stand at the end of the bed, unable to take my eyes off her hand as it slides through her already slick center. My towel is getting tighter around my waist, the plush fabric fighting to hold my erection back.
“Mmm,” she moans circling her clit.
My mouth is watering; my breaths are short and uneven. I have fucked more women than I can even keep track of, but watching Khloe manipulate her fingers between her legs easily qualifies as the single most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
She’s watching me with hooded eyes. My fingers itch to feel her soft skin under them. My cock wants nothing more than to sink inside of her and stay there as long as she’ll allow it. I know the age of consent is seventeen in New Mexico, but I’m from Tennessee where it’s eighteen. My mother harped on me for as long as I can remember after graduating high school that girls under that magical number were off limits. It’s ingrained in my head.