Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
His face is unreadable, his narrowed eyes impossible to judge.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Sorry?” he asks.
“I guess you want to be alone. I guess that’s why you’re here.”
He pushes away from the wall, swaggering over. Except, it’s not the exaggerated swagger of so many men – or boys – my own age. They’re so immature, trying to act tough and important.
Ben walks with the casual confidence of a man who knows he can handle himself. And, of course, he can. He was a championship boxer before retiring and becoming a businessman.
“I followed you,” he says, stopping just short of me.
When I lick my lips, I notice his intense eyes shift to my mouth. His jaw tenses, and his eyes widen like he’s about to rush me, like he’s never been so excited.
My heart thumps loudly in my ears, ricocheting through me.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I’m an idiot,” he snarls. “Because, even if I should know better, even if I know this is wrong, even if I know we should stop….”
He moves even closer, his hands reaching down to my hips. He squeezes with the force of an owner like he wants to grab me, to possess me, to fuck children into me.
Stop it, I yell at myself. He doesn’t want that.
Maybe he wants a quickie. Maybe he wants a fling.
But not all that other stuff.
And yet it doesn’t feel like it matters, not when he presses even harder, making my body shimmer. I’ve always been self-conscious about the shape of my body, but he grunts as he pulls us together, like he can’t get enough.
His manhood pushes against my belly, solid, feeling massive.
“We should stop,” he growls, leaning down, staring directly into my eyes.
“I know,” I whisper.
“I couldn’t stop looking at you during the ceremony. Standing there in your form-hugging dress, showing off all the best parts of you.”
I instinctively shake my head, even as the compliment makes my cheeks warm. “I haven’t got any best parts.”
“Becca,” he snaps, making me jump.
He smirks. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But don’t say stuff like that. You’re beautiful.”
I shake my head again. I can’t think of what else to do or say.
It’s difficult to even think, especially when he smooths one hand from my hip, around to my back, pressing down firmly, so our bodies feel like they’re going to fuse.
“You are,” he snarls. “You’re gorgeous. Your smile, the way you quirk your eyes, the… how vivacious you look, how excited, excitable. And then there’s your body… Jesus, I need to stop. This isn’t right.”
But neither of us moves away. Instead, I reach up, hands trembling as I place them on his shoulders. My hands squeeze onto him tightly, digging into his shoulders, feeling the firmness through his suit.
“I know,” I whimper. “But what about….”
He looks down at me. “What about your body, is that it? You want me to keep going?”
“I don’t want to fish for compliments,” I whisper, wondering what fourteen year old me would say if she could see us now.
“You’re not fishing. I’m giving. Your body is perfect, Becca. Your hips and your curvy ass and your round tits and…Fuck, you don’t know how badly I want to strip you naked, how badly…all the things I’d do to that young curvy body of yours. I want to make you come so, so bad. I want to hear what you sound like.”
My sex tickles against my panties, warming up. My body feels more sensitive, as though the fabric of my underwear rubbing against my sex has been amplified.
Everything feels brighter and more important somehow.
It’s like this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
“I want that,” I whisper.
He clenches his jaw, his hand moving down to my ass. He moans as he starts to massage my ass cheeks, greedily squeezing them together, his husky breaths telling me he’s getting as much from it as I am.
My body leads the way, driving me to shift against him. I didn’t know it was possible to get this wet, this fast, but I feel so full of heat, so ready to….
“Becca,” June calls, her voice way closer than it should be.
She’s right around the corner.
“Becca?”
“You have to hide,” I hiss.
Ben steps back, his face crumpling into something like rage. Or pain. Something not good.
“Please,” I whisper frantically, imagining Alex’s face if he ever found out about this.
We’ve already crossed about a thousand lines.
June wouldn’t tell Alex, but what if she’s not alone?
One of Alex’s groomsmen could be with her, and they might tell my brother.
With a heavy sigh, Ben turns and stalks into the shadows. He moves with the calm ease of a jungle cat, like nothing could ever bother him, but I note the tension in his shoulders. And his fists clenched tightly; they’re a giveaway too.
I’ve ruined it, even if we should never have done it, to begin with.