Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Are you okay, Frankie?” Mom says, peering at me closely. I turn to her, acutely aware of how warm Hunter’s hand is. “You’ve gone red.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, struggling to keep my voice level, “I just remembered something. A… a summer reading assignment. Talking about school reminded me.”
“Oh,” says George, brow furrowing. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I brought it up.”
“Yeah,” I say, giving him a strained smile. “A really good thing.”
The rest of the meal continues that way, with both of our parents asking us questions and talking excitedly to one another, completely oblivious to my embarrassment and Hunter’s dirty touches. His hand remains on my thigh the entire meal, just grazing the hem of my skirt, and I don’t once try to move it. I would be lying if I said the danger wasn’t sexy.
What the hell is going on with me, anyway?
Eventually George pays the check and we all stand up, filing out of the restaurant. Hunter shoots a glance over his shoulder at me, making me duck my head, and I see a satisfied grin cross his face as we head out the door. Back in the parking lot, my mom spreads her arms to Hunter.
“This is so exciting,” she enthuses. “Come here, Hunter. Can I give you a hug?”
He smiles politely. “Sure, Mrs. - I mean, sure, Gertie.” He goes to her and gives her a brief hug, his eyes flashing at me as he does so.
George extends a hand to me, smiling warmly.
“It really has been nice to meet you, Frankie. I’m glad that we could finally get together like this. I want this to work out, and I would have been disappointed if we couldn’t all see how we got along before your mother and I tie the knot.” He nods at me approvingly and then turns to Mom so they can debrief on how the meal went.
“Well, Frankie,” Hunter says, deliberately exaggerating the sound of my name. That wicked glint is back in his eyes, and he spreads his arms. “It was great to meet you.”
“Great to meet you too, Hunter,” I say, and even though I feel tentative at first, I can’t stop my feet from moving and crossing over to him. I want to feel his toned abs against my body again, and the feeling of his hand on my leg has been at the forefront of my mind. Hoping I don’t come across as too casual with someone I’m supposed to have only just met, I wrap my arms around him in what I’m guessing will look like a friendly hug.
It’s fine. He’s huge and warm, and I lean briefly into his embrace. Then, I move to pull away, but Hunter holds me close, his strong arms still wrapped around my back. I glance over at Mom and George, who are still in their own little world, talking animatedly to one another. They don’t seem to notice the fact that their soon-to-be step children are embracing like they’ve known each other a lot longer than one evening.
Then I gasp, hissing as my body spasms. Hunter’s hand has dropped between us and gone under the top of my skirt. My eyes go wide, and I pull back to look him in the eyes. His expression is unreadable, and he’s still aggravatingly calm as he slides his hand lower under the fabric, his body obscuring what he’s doing - both to our parents and to everyone else in the parking lot. I suck in a breath as I feel him toying with the hem of my panties, and after a moment’s consideration, his hand slithers further in so it’s flush with my exposed pussy.
My cheeks go red for the millionth time in the past hour when I realize that I’m soaking wet, all just from being near him, from feeling his hand on my leg. And now, Hunter can feel it, too.
The corner of his mouth turns up and I feel him run his hand over me before dipping a finger between my lips and sliding it back up the length of my womanhood. His finger settles on my clit and remains still for a moment that feels like a lifetime before beginning to move in slow, tight circles. I feel taser shocks racing up and down my body, going weak in the knees, and all the details of where we are or who we’re with have gone out of my mind. I’m paralyzed, lost in the sensation of him fingering me, and I have to stifle the noise that comes out of me when he dips a finger inside me.
Fuck, I think. Oh, fuck.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning, the area below my stomach heating up, struggling not to move even though I’m desperate for more friction. How is he doing this? How is he managing to make me come undone at the seams, without even breaking a sweat? And why doesn’t he seem to care that our parents, who are going to be married soon, are standing less than ten feet away from us, capable of turning around at any minute?