Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Lollipop.”
“Yes?”
“How long do we have to be friends before I get to fuck you?”
She laughed, and her twinkling eyes met mine. “Why do we have to put a time frame on it?”
“Because you might up and leave. I’ve got to crank up the friendship game hard before I miss out on getting my hands, mouth, and dick on and inside that hot little body.”
She took another bite of cake and chewed it. My eyes locked on her lips. She had great lips. They’d look real nice, wrapped around my cock.
When she finally swallowed, my eyes dropped to her neck, watching her throat.
“I won’t leave before that happens. I promise,” she said, and my eyes snapped back up to meet hers.
“You promise?” I asked.
She grinned, then dropped her eyes back to her cake. “Yes.”
“So, this friends thing … can I kiss you?”
She pulled her full bottom lip between her teeth, and I wanted to groan. It popped free, and then she cut her eyes at me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Because you think I’ll want more?”
She shook her head. “No, because I think I will.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck, Lollipop. You’re killing me.”
A soft laugh escaped her, and she went back to eating her cake. I had female friends … well, a female friend. My sister-in-law, Maddy. Sure, I’d been attracted to her and wanted to fuck her when we first met. But that was before she became my brother’s girl. The difference with her was, she didn’t make me feel like this. I didn’t fight the urge to push her against a wall and fuck her like a crazed man. It had been easy to be Maddy’s friend.
I tried to think of things I had done with Maddy as friends before my brother laid claim to her. I needed to do those things with Gypsi. I should probably stop calling her Lollipop too. Every time I did, I thought about places I wanted to lick her.
Damn, this was going to be tough.
Gypsi finished her cake just as Ms. Jimmie walked into the kitchen.
“There you are. I was wondering where you’d run off to when I took the snacks outside. I was coming back to get the cake to take out there.”
I shook my head. “No. The cake stays in here. It’s just for Gypsi. That’s who I bought it for.”
Ms. Jimmie gave me a look that I knew too well. “You bought her that cake?”
I nodded.
“It had better be because you were being nice and she wanted it. Not because you want to get into her bed,” she said, then looked at Gypsi. “I love this boy, but you need to be careful with him. Don’t fall for that charm. He loves women. All of them.”
“Hey, that’s not true, Ms. Jimmie. I only love you. I just like all the other women,” I told her, then winked.
She shook her finger at me. “You see what I mean?”
Gypsi laughed, and the musical sound of it made me feel all warm and shit. Damn, I needed to fuck her out of my system. She stood up and took her plate, then mine, then walked with them to the sink.
“I’ll take those. You two go outside,” Ms. Jimmie told her.
“Thank you,” Gypsi said, then headed in my direction.
I took the moment to enjoy the view.
I didn’t want to share her. The idea to have friends over had suddenly lost its appeal. “What’s your favorite movie?” I asked her, although I already knew.
“The Godfather,” she replied.
Damn, that was still funny.
“That’s a classic. Why don’t we go to the theater and watch it?”
She frowned at me. “What about the pool and your friends?”
I shrugged. “Sax can be the host. I’m not in the mood to swim anymore. It’s been a long day, and I’d rather not be around people.”
She glanced down at her cover-up. “Can I go change into clothes?”
I wished she would just take off that cover-up and sit in my lap while I sucked on her tits, but since that wasn’t going to happen, I nodded.
“Yeah. I’ll go get changed too. Meet you in the theater in fifteen.” I told her.
She headed for the stairs, and I pulled out my phone and sent Sax a text.
Not in the mood for the pool. You can carry the party and send them home when you want.
He replied
What the fuck are you doing?
Grinning I typed out my response and sent it.
Going to watch The Godfather with Gypsi. Alone.
He didn’t need to get any ideas about joining us. There was no response to that, so I headed to my room to get changed.
Twelve
Gypsi
The theater was big enough to fit fifty people. When I walked in, I could smell the popcorn. Turning, I found Trev standing in front of a theater-style popcorn machine, scooping some into a bucket.