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)
Her eyes grow wide. “He watched you masturbate while he did the same?” I nod. “That’s so fucking hot.”
I nod my head faster. “Extremely,” I confess.
She leans back further on the bed, getting more comfortable. “Still doesn’t explain why he was in such a shitty mood this morning.”
I wring my hands together in my lap, recalling him storming into the bathroom once again.
“He refuses to touch me.”
“I imagine it was hard for him to keep his hands off of you, but it’ll happen eventually. From what I hear around the clubhouse, you guys spend every night together.”
“He sleeps on top of the covers and makes me sleep under them.”
Her laugh brings a smile to my face.
“He usually keeps his jeans on, but last night, you know… after… he just put on boxers. When I woke up this morning, he was hard to resist. He was…” I hold up my pointer finger.
“Hard?” she asks, clearly understanding what I was inferring.
“Yeah,” I say. “I thought after last night, even though he refused to touch me that way, I’d touch him. I figured it would be okay.”
She shakes her head. “He’s set in his ways, Khloe. He’s not a boy that can be manipulated. He’s a grown man. He’s doing his best to resist you until you turn eighteen. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but that’s not fair to him.”
“I know. I didn’t do it to try to manipulate him; it’s just… I don’t know.” I hang my head again. “It felt natural, like something we’d do first thing in the morning.”
“I completely understand. Diego loves to be woken up with my hands or my mouth on him, and Kid will too… once you guys get to that point. But, he’s been pretty adamant that he wants to wait.” She’s completely right.
“Tricking him wasn’t even on my mind this morning,” I tell her again.
“I know,” she says with a quick pat on my knee. “And I also understand why he was so upset this morning. He’s not accustomed to turning girls down, especially not one he’d love nothing more than to stay locked in a room with for days on end.”
“You think he wants me?”
“Seriously?” She grins at me. “Probably more than he’s ever wanted anyone. I’ve not known him for very long, but he’s never been this way with anyone that I’ve seen before. He’s pissed because he wants you so bad. It’ll happen; you just have to wait until the time is right, and according to Kid,” she smiles even bigger. “That’s probably going to be the stroke of midnight on your eighteenth birthday.”
“I figured it was more than just my birthday. He seemed pretty upset when I told him that I’d never had sex before.” I look up and try to read her face for the same reaction.
She raises an eyebrow and coughs a laugh. “Well, that’s a game changer for sure.”
“In a bad way?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe not,” she says with a quick shoulder shrug. “But it’s not the same as if you’d had more experience. I’m not in his head so I have no clue what he’s thinking, but I do know he’s struggling with keeping his hands to himself.”
“He seems to be doing fine to me.” I cover my mouth with my pillow and scream my frustrations into it.
“You’re frustrated,” she says climbing off the bed. “I totally get it. Maybe you should, you know…” she holds two fingers up and makes a rotating motion with them. “Take the edge off.”
I roll my lips between my teeth as she walks to the bedroom door to keep from laughing.
Did she just tell me to rub one out?
Seems like a perfect solution to me. I have tons of mental reminders stored away from last night to do just that.
Chapter 22
Kid
I don’t know what I’m more pissed about, the fact that Khloe had her hands down my boxers this morning when she knows I won’t touch her until her birthday, or the fact that I was awake when her hand slid down my stomach and grabbed my cock, and I didn’t stop her. I’m pretty sure I almost came the second her tiny, warm hand wrapped around me.
I groan in frustration and pick up my speed. I fucking hate running. I’d rather be in the gym lifting weights any day. Running in Farmington is almost like having a death wish, or a medical emergency wish. The roads are horrible, pot holes everywhere. I’m lucky I haven’t tripped or broken an ankle yet this morning since I can’t concentrate on anything other than the look in her eyes last night as she came, the taste of her release on her fingers, and the way her hand felt perfect around my dick.
And… now I’m jogging with a boner. Geez, not the perfect image we need for the club. I’m thankful to not be out here in my cut. I turn back toward the clubhouse, realizing I’m much further away than I normally go.