Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
But then the strangest thing happens.
Something I don’t expect and ruins me on the spot.
She gulps a sob and runs to me, throwing herself against my body, her arms looping tight around my neck. I don’t recognize the rush of chemicals inside of me. They nearly knock me off my feet. I’ve never been hugged before in my life. Not like this. In gratitude. In the pursuit of comfort. I’m finding it very hard to breathe around the crush of my windpipe.
My arms lift and circle Billie, gathering her close, a cascade of gratification spilling down from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Needing more, even more, I lift her off the ground and her legs perch on my hips, her face burrowing into my neck.
Oh God. It’s the most perfect feeling. Holding and comforting this girl.
“I didn’t…I didn’t think…” Billie sniffles. “He’s worked for us for years.”
Maybe I will give in to the impulse to carve the fucker up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“You’ll never know every thought in a man’s head,” I say into her tumble of hair. “Remember that.”
“Especially not yours,” she whispers.
“Especially not mine.” I swallow the object in my throat, for some stupid reason feeling the need to add, gruffly, “But as mean as I am, I’d never cause you harm.”
She nods without hesitation. As if she already knew that.
How?
I don’t fucking know. But I need to experience more of her. I need more of this, despite the voice in the back of my head warning me to break my Billie habit before it’s too late. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” She lifts her head, studying me, her teary eyes causing me to bleed on the inside. “How did you know where to find me? How did you get here in time?”
“I was watching you from my window.”
“Oh.” She brings her gentle fingertips to the bristle of my beard and traces a path up my cheekbone. “Do you do that often?”
It’s the wrong time for my dick to stiffen into iron. There’s no stopping it, though. “Maybe,” I rasp. “I watch everything in my valley.”
She ducks her head, chewing her lip in clear disappointment.
I can’t have it.
“I have changed my mind about your proposition.”
Her chin shoots up, her searching gaze finding mine. “Y-you have?”
“Hmm.”
A corner of her lips ticks up. “I had a feeling you’d come around. There aren’t a lot of options ’round these parts.”
Apparently, Billie has no idea that she’s sex on legs. A male fantasy in the flesh. It’s almost impossible to comprehend that she isn’t vain over her beauty. In fact, she’s the opposite. She’s utterly clueless about it. If I had my pick of every woman in any hemisphere, I am positive it would be this one, and that is so unnerving, I rush to distract myself.
“I have some amendments to your original deal.”
She plays with the button of my shirt. “What are they?”
My balls throb being this close to her mouth, her little pussy sitting happily on my bulge, warm and tender. Untouched. “It’s a big debt you’re asking me to forgive, little girl.” I rove my open mouth along her jawline. “One time isn’t enough to cover what’s due.” That’s a bald-faced lie. One time with her would be worth a thousand times what her parents owe me. “I want a week of fucking you, Billie. When I want it. How I want it. Whenever I want it.”
“A week.” She tips her head left, inviting me to nuzzle her, and I do, her resulting mewl working me right up. “I agree to that term. A week will bring me right up to my nineteenth birthday.”
She just had to remind me of her age. “Great.”
“Were there any other amendments?” she says, kissing up the column of my throat and rubbing her mouth in the spot beneath my chin.
Lord. That feels like heaven.
“Yes.” I close my eyes and recall the fantasies I’ve been having about her for the last six months. Fantasies that have deepened and grown texture in the last two days, now that I know what she tastes like, how her petite body feels against my bigger one. How she looks up at me with wide eyes, a girl who needs to be taught to give pleasure.
Something unfamiliar has been roused inside of me.
I give voice to it now, despite this particular need being somewhat shameful.
A little twisted.
“Knox?”
“I want to be called Daddy. When I’m fucking you.” Heat plows into my stomach over the way her pupils expand, her innocent lips parting on an intake of breath. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“I guess it depends on why,” she murmurs, her brow furrowed.
I search for the right words. Of which there are none. This is totally new territory.
Territory I should not be exploring, but it’s too late to turn back now.