Property of Pops Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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I don’t know where to begin cataloguing this young lady.

She’s got lush, sensual features. Big brown eyes. Lips that could pout and make a man start promising the moon to make them smile. She barely reaches my chin. Her arms are smooth against my work-roughened hands. I’d leave chafing marks all over her body, especially that hot ass I glimpsed when she stood up.

And these are thoughts I definitely shouldn’t be having.

Lord, when did I turn into a world-class pervert?

“I…I’m sorry,” she breathes, disentangling herself, stepping back while tucking her salt-water tumbled hair behind one ear. “Really nailed that introduction, didn’t I?”

I’m shaken by the need to reassure her. “I’m Walt,” I say, extending my hand, desperate for her to take it. “And I think it was just fine.”

Those brown eyes twinkle up at me with gratitude. My God. She couldn’t make my balls any stiffer and my cock is following suit. Why can’t I seem to get a handle on myself? “Very nice to meet you, Walt.” She chews her lip a moment, shooting a quick look backward at Wanda. “Your granddaughter and I…we go to school together.”

“Paired as roommates freshmen year,” Wanda ventures, still looking nervous. “We are exact opposites. I’m outgoing, Coco is an introvert. I struggle in class, she is the study group phenom. I eat steak for breakfast and she’s vegan. We make no sense on paper but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”

I realize I’m still holding on to Coco’s hand and quickly let it go, but the twin pink spots of color on her cheeks don’t escape my notice. She’s probably embarrassed for me. Thinks I’m a sad old man who gets turned on by a handshake. “Sounds like you two are quite a team.”

“Yeah,” Coco murmurs, her attention falling briefly to my throat, lingering there long enough to make me swallow hard. “We are.”

“Is that Bryce from the debate team?” Wanda asks, half to herself. “I’m going to go check. I’ll be right back.”

Wanda jogs across the sand toward a group of young men…and I’m left looking down into Coco’s sun-kissed face, her chest starting to rise and fall faster. Probably because she doesn’t want to be left alone with the handshake pervert. I’m just about to excuse myself, so I can go back to my room at the hotel and take a cold shower. But just as I open my mouth, she blurts, “This is my first vacation.”

Surely I didn’t hear that correctly. “Your first vacation?”

“Yes.” Those spots on her cheeks turn from pink to red. “I know it’s your first time at the reunion in decades. Wanda told me. I just thought…maybe you feel as out of place as I do.” All I can do is stare at this dark-haired angel, the sounds of the beach growing muffled around us. “If you do, that’s okay. You’re not alone.”

As unlikely as it seems, this girl suddenly feels like my closest confidant. “I feel out of place everywhere but a situation room at the Pentagon,” I admit.

She nods slowly. “Do you think that will ever change?”

“No.”

Is it my imagination or is she breathing faster than before? So much so that her words trip over themselves when she says, “Maybe it will. If you meet the right person to share your time with.”

“I don’t think that person exists,” I force out, not sure why the words feel like a lie.

“But you might,” she whispers—and that’s when the unimaginable happens. She brushes her fingers against mine and leans in just a touch closer. “You might.”

There’s no help for my dick now. It’s fully erect, pressed against the laces of my board shorts. She’s close enough that I can taste the sand and salt resting on her skin. It wafts up, warmed by sunshine and makes my mouth water. Is she teasing me? Or is she showing genuine interest in me?

Can’t be the latter. No chance. I’m an old man compared to her. I might sweat for an hour and a half in the gym every morning and spar at the boxing club on weekends, but I’m a grandfather. This girl is still in college. I must be imagining her interest. She’s probably just the touchy-feely type. There’s no other plausible explanation.

Whatever is happening here, that touch of her fingers has the tip of my cock wet with sticky sperm and I need to get somewhere alone before I embarrass myself.

“Excuse me, Coco,” I choke out, striding away, holding my T-shirt over my erection on the way into the hotel. Before I can enter through the double doors, I catch her reflection in the glass, shocked to find her staring after me with unabashed hero worship with a side of hunger…

And I wonder if this weekend has suddenly got a lot more complicated. Or if I’m merely dreaming up the connection I already have with this twenty-one-year-old girl.



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