Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
No way was she wearing panties. Possibly a thong… but no fabric covered her ass.
My cock—that had never truly recovered from earlier—twitched and hardened fully at the sight.
She didn’t hear me enter the room because she had earphones in, and by the little tap of her foot, was most likely listening to music. This allowed me to truly take in her full beauty… her totally luscious, and extremely desirable beauty.
If she were mine, I would be straddling her right then and there and taking her from behind, driving my cock deep inside of her as she screamed out my —
What the fuck was wrong with me?
She was a student of Black Mountain Academy!
Yes, she was of age, but I wasn’t that guy. No fucking way.
I wasn’t that guy!
Go to bed, Drew. Go to bed. Go to fucking bed.
Trying to ignore my hard on, I walked around the couch so she could see me. Once I did, she practically jumped right off the cushions. She pulled out her earphones with eyes wide as saucers.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said, placing the blankets and pillow on the edge of the couch.
“It doesn’t take much these days,” she said as she sat up straight, hiding the curve of her bare ass that had made me lose all sense of reason. “I feel like I don’t know how to not be jumpy.”
“I think you have a good reason.”
“Do I?” she asked, looking up at me with sadness dancing in the depths of her eyes. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Why would I have a stalker? It makes sense that my mother would. But why me? Maybe it’s all in my head.”
“Someone came in and opened those doors. No way you could make that up. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll get to the bottom of it. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m going to get hold of your mother somehow because, at the very least, she needs to help deal with this and your needed security.”
Corrine rolled her eyes and gave a half-hearted laugh. “Good luck with that.”
“Let’s get some sleep,” I said. I reached for her hand to help her off the couch. “You can have my room, and I’ll take the couch. I wish I had an air mattress or something to set up in the spare bedroom, but—”
“No way,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “I can’t take your bed. I won’t.”
“I’m a gentleman, Corrine,” I said with a little bow. “It’s my duty.”
“I’ve already put you out so much tonight. Absolutely not.” She took the pillow and the blankets and started to make up the couch. “I insist.”
I was too tired to argue, and my dick was still hard, so being in her presence wearing nothing but my t-shirt wasn’t a wise idea either.
“All right, well if you need anything…”
“Mr. D,” she said quickly as I began to walk away. “Can you make sure the house is secure? I would but I’m not sure…”
I gave a reassuring smile. “I locked up the minute Shelly left, but yes, I’ll double-check. No worries.”
I already knew all doors and windows were locked, but I went and checked each one because I knew Corrine’s eyes were on me as I did so, and the small gesture would go far with her. Poor girl needed to feel some sense of safety.
Once I was done, I went and dropped down on the coffee table, leaning forward to where she sat on the couch and patted her arm. “It’s going to be all right. I promise. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone, and tomorrow we’ll come up with a plan.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall. I saw the resistance to show weakness, but knew she desperately needed to be held. Proper student principal etiquette be damned, I moved to the edge of the couch and pulled her into my arms, holding her close.
It was likely that I was the first form of physical contact and comfort she’d had in a long time because she instantly pressed her weight into me, nuzzled her head into my shoulder and clung to my clothing with her fingers. She needed this. I could feel it. I could sense it. And the poor girl deserved it.
Should I have pulled away?
Maybe.
But right now, this frightened woman needed comfort. She needed to know she wasn’t alone anymore. I hadn’t volunteered for this position, but there sure as hell wasn’t anyone else who was standing in line to fill the spot.
“I’m tired of being scared. I hate being alone. I’m even more tired of feeling insane.” Her muffled voice broke my heart. She held on to me with tight fists, and I could tell she didn’t want to break our connection anytime soon.