Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
“Sounds perfect. I could use some pampering,” she says.
“I can pick you up at Chris’s house at ten. The best nail salon is right downtown.” I promise it’s not weird that I know where he lives. His house is right in the middle of campus. Everyone knows where the headmaster lives. There’s even a little sign in the yard that tells you that. A similar sign sits in the grass in front of every building on campus, even the janitor’s hut.
“See you then,” she says, laughing.
With one last look at Chris, I take my leave.
What the hell was that?
three
Chris
I could definitely kill my sister right now. After watching Sierra leave, I sit across the table from Gen, who has already got a margarita in her hands.
“Thanks a lot,” I say. That was slightly embarrassing.
“Don’t worry about it, Doogie. I got this. She’s so into you,” she says.
“I already know that. She made that abundantly clear to me this afternoon,” I say without giving anything away. Her panties are just for me. I might have spent the afternoon jerking off into them, but that too is just for me.
“You’re in trouble, aren't you?” Gen asks, looking up from her menu at me.
“What do you mean?”
“You are totally in love with her, but your position as an authority figure in her life complicates things, doesn’t it?”
“Of course it does, but I don't think that I can wait anymore,” I reply honestly. She seems to know a bit about the subject at hand, but I don’t have time to dwell on that fact.
“I say wait until she’s an adult and ask for forgiveness on the rest later.”
“She’ll be an adult in about three hours,” I say, looking at my watch. Now that I say it out loud, it’s definitely really fucking creepy I’ve got a countdown going.
“Then what the hell are we doing here then? Let’s get this shit to-go,” Gen says, downing the rest of her margarita.
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” We leave the restaurant. I drop Gen off at her hotel by the airport and head back to my house on campus. I’m starting to rethink this whole thing. What am I going to do? Show up at her dorm room, claim her? That would be interesting, but no, that won’t work.
At one-thirty in the morning, I've given up trying to sleep. I am getting a drink when there is a light knock at my front door. I move over in order to answer it. I just have my sleep pants on.
“Sierra? Is everything okay? Your dorm?” I ask, instantly on alert.
“Everything is fine,” she says, eyeing my bare chest and licking her lips.
“You sure?” I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.
“Yes. I, um, wanted a birthday kiss,” she says, looking down at her feet. It’s then that I notice she is wearing something that could be considered pajamas if there was more material than what I’m seeing.
“Get in here, before someone sees you,” I say, sounding like a complete asshole. I pull her inside and shut the door.
“Maybe this was a mistake,” she says.
“You know it wasn’t, ma chérie.”
“Are you gonna kiss me or what?” she asks. Damn, I love that sass. I pull her into my arms and kiss her softly. The first taste of her lips is almost enough to kill me. Suddenly, she pulls back. “Thank you. Have a good night, Dr. Tyler,” she says before opening the door and slipping back out into the night. What the fuck was that?
It takes me two seconds too long to realize that I want to grab her and keep her here in my space. Without a thought, I run out the door after her. I am risking being seen, but I don’t give a fuck. I catch up with her, grab her arm, and turn her to face me.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Making you mine,” I say, kissing her. I don’t know how long I kiss her, but before I know it, it’s pouring down rain. The rain does nothing to quell my lust for her. She pulls away from me, her white top completely see-through. “Good God,” I say under my breath.
“It’s raining,” she says, her teeth chattering.
“I know. Come back inside with me. Get warm.”
“Okay.”
“Is Tiza expecting you?” I ask, not that it matters; she’s not going anywhere by my bed.
“No, she’s been asleep for hours,” she says. I grab her hand and all but drag her back to my place.
“Come on. Let’s go,” I all but growl. “Happy fucking birthday, baby.”
I’m sick of this pussyfooting around. She’s mine. Has been mine for two fucking years. Believe me; I know how fucked up that is. I watch in fascination as she pulls her wet shirt off, her perky tits bouncing with her efforts. I knew her nipples would be a dusky rose color, just like her lips. She shimmy’s out of her tiny shorts and kicks them away along with her soaked slippers. She’s bared to me, finally, and I drink in the sight of her.