Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I have to pack,” I say walking further into the room. I lean in and brush my lips over her forehead before leaving the room.
A couple more weeks of waiting. After that, I’m certain I’ll never be able to walk away from her again. That beautiful creature, unknowingly, has her claws so deep in me I can feel her in my soul.
***
I tossed and turned all night. I’m the type of guy that does his best to shove women out the door after having sex, needing to sleep alone, but I was miserable last night. I missed the feel of Khloe’s warm body against mine. I missed the tickle of her breath on my neck as she slept.
Fuck. I just miss her, and I’m not even gone yet.
I dress quickly and carry my duffle to the front door. Khloe is already at the table eating breakfast when I walk into the kitchen. She’s chatting animatedly to Emmalyn. I smile, knowing Em will be a good friend to her. Em has been here for months and is very cordial to the other girls, but she hasn’t allowed herself to get close to anyone really. I know Khloe and Em will be good for each other.
I load up a plate and take a seat in the empty chair on the other side of Khloe.
“Mornin’,” I say and give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
She smiles brightly at the attention.
“Are you mad at me?” she asks quietly.
Emmalyn has pulled her attention from Khloe and is now talking to Kincaid.
“No,” I answer honestly and circle my arm around her back, tugging her closer to my side.
She rests her head on my shoulder as I eat.
I take a bite of eggs and begin to chew as she raises her head. “I ache for you,” she whispers in my ear.
I nearly choke on the food I just attempted to swallow. This girl is incorrigible. “Quit saying shit like that.” My scowl is evident when I hear Snatch chuckle from across the room. I glare at him, threatening his life with a simple look in my eyes. He’s kicked back in his seat, eyes half-mast; Snapper is beside him, with both of her hands under the table doing God knows what to him, and he still has the wherewithal to pay attention to me. Ridiculous.
“Why?” she asks innocently.
“Because it makes my dick hard,” I hiss quietly at her. “And we’re in the middle of the kitchen with ten other people around us.”
Her head goes back to my shoulder but only for a few seconds. Her arms raise up, and she wraps them around me. I feel her warm breath on my neck.
“I touched myself thinking of you last night,” she says in my ear before kissing my cheek.
I shove away from the table, unable to take any more from her. I already hate leaving her, and she’s making it even harder saying shit like that. I know exactly what her delicate fingers look like in that perfect pussy of hers, and that knowledge will stick with me for the rest of my life. If I think about it hard enough, I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue.
“I can’t wait until you turn eighteen,” I rasp in her ear before kissing her forehead quickly. “Keep that pussy warm for me.” She gasps loudly at my words.
I walk away from her, but not before having to adjust myself in my jeans. Why the fuck did I just say something like that to her?
“You ready?” Bryan asks as I near his table.
“Yeah, man. Let’s go,” I say getting up from the table.
“Thank fuck. I have to get out of here before I do something that lands me in jail.”
Chapter 23
Khloe
I wanted to make sure he knew just how much I wanted him before he left. I wanted him thinking of me while he was gone. I didn’t take Emmalyn’s advice about leaving Kid alone and not taunting him. He was leaving for who knows how long, heading to Sin City. I’ve never been to Vegas but it is common knowledge that it’s an ‘anything goes’ type of city. Hookers, drugs, gambling.
I know he has options. Hell, he has options here at the house, but I had to let him know that I was an option also. We haven’t talked about us. I have no clue if we’re even in a relationship. It feels that way to me, but he’s not very verbal about where I stand with him, and that makes me nervous. I know I will be heartbroken if he messes around with another woman, but I’m not even sure if I have the right to get upset if he does.
I came to my room after breakfast. Emmalyn seemed deep in conversation, that I could tell was turning very sexual with Kincaid, so I knew they wouldn’t be around for a while this morning. I have no transportation, so I have no real way to leave and just get out of the clubhouse. I could walk, but that idea doesn’t appeal to me in the least.