Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Oh, this is going to be a very long summer.
“What were you two up to this morning?”
Amy shrugs. “Just some shopping. Some brunching. I got a new suit.”
“A one piece that covers you down to your elbows and knees, I assume?”
She rolls her eyes. “Dad. You know I’m going to college in a few months, right?”
“If you could stop reminding me, that’d be great.”
She laughs. “You’re going to need to start dating, you know.”
I arch a brow, chancing a glance at Kendall, who blushes.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because once I leave, you’re totally going to be that crazy rich guy who lives alone in a big house.”
I laugh. “Maybe I’ll get a couple dozen cats and start hoarding my piss in jars.”
Kendall cracks up as Amy blanches.
“Dude, gross?”
She sighs. “Alright we’re going to go put suits on and hit the pool, I found the best new bikini for Kendall, but she wouldn’t get it.”
Kendall shrugs. “What? I like the one I have.”
“Yeah, but pink looks cute on you. And dude, you’re going to be living on the California coast next year. If you want to snag some college guys, you—”
“Hi, hey, it’s me,” I mutter, scowling. “You know, your dad? The last damn person on earth who wants to hear about ‘snagging college guys?’”
Amy snorts, turning a little red. Kendall flat out blushes, but her eyes just stay hungry and locked on me.
“Ames, you know the Bay Area isn’t exactly Southern California, right? I think I’ll need a windbreaker more than a new bikini.”
Amy rolls her eyes. “College guys, Kendall. I’m just saying.” She sighs. “Alright, I’m going to go change. Last one in the pool’s ordering lunch.”
Amy ducks out of the kitchen, and a moment later, I can hear her scurrying up the stairs, leaving Kendall and I alone.
…Roughly half a second later, I’m growling as she throws herself into my arms, kissing me eagerly and moaning as my tongue finds hers. I groan, my hands sliding over her body, aching for her, even though it’s barely been six hours since the last time I was inside of her. She writhes against me, both of us tumbling backwards until my back hits the refrigerator. I grab her tight, spinning her and pressing her into the cool stainless steel as I claim her mouth—hungrily, eagerly, possessively.
“We—hang on,” she pants, pulling away. Her face is bright red, her eyes wild as she glances at the kitchen door.
“We’re a little out in the open,” she whispers.
“In here.”
I half growl the words as I yank her after me, ducking into the sizable walk-in pantry off the kitchen and swinging the door shut behind us. Light comes in dimly though the single window set in the back wall of the pantry, but it’s all I need as I press her into the shelves of canned goods and devour her mouth. My hands slide down to cup her ass through her tiny jean shorts, and I can feel her nipples hardening—braless—under her t-shirt as she presses herself to me.
“So, tell me about this pink bikini.”
She giggles quietly, pulling away.
“You really curious about the bikini or about me moving to Palo Alto in the fall.”
My jaw tightens.
“Both.”
Kendall grins, pulling close to me. “Well, first off, the bikini.” Her eyes dart over my face, a blush coming to her cheeks.
“It was cute, but I like the one I have.”
She bites her lip, the flush growing on her face as she drops her eyes. I arch my brow curiously and she shifts on her feet, her lip twisting in her teeth.
“Because I’ve seen you checking me out in it.”
I grin wolfishly. “The army green one.”
She nods. “Yeah. And not just the other day. Before that.”
It’s my turn to turn a little red this time.
“Fuck. Creeper alert, huh?”
She grins, shaking her head slowly, her eyes blazing into mine.
“Uh-uh.” She pulls close, her tongue running over her lips as she molds her lithe little body to mine seductively.
“I liked it when you checked me out, Mr. Bane,” she purrs wickedly.
I growl, my cock hardening at her tone and the way she’s moving against me.
“Oh, you did, did you? You liked teasing an older man with that tight little ass of yours? Showing off those pert little tits in that tiny bikini and trying to toy with me? Trying to get me all hard for you?”
“Did you?” She breathes heatedly, panting quietly.
“Did I what?”
Kendall blushes fiercely, swallowing.
“Get hard,” she whispers. “For me?”
I groan as I press into her, making her whimper as I crush my lips to hers. I slide my hand down her slender arm, taking her small hand, and tugging it to my thick, throbbing cock tenting the front of my jeans.
“What do you think,” I growl lowly.
She whimpers, cupping me and moaning as she strokes me, her tongue pushing past my lips.