Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
She’ll get the part. I know she will.
It’s not just her dance skills either. That attitude of hers will take her a long way.
I always used to worry about Abby getting into the big time, forgetting all about her best friend.
But now?
Well, now I guess I’m thinking about myself again, but with Kane front and center of my mind, I’m not so frightened about not seeing my bestie as often as I thought I would be.
She goes on for what feels like hours until she finally announces she’s tired and wants to go to sleep.
She’s checked her phone a hundred times, and the volume is set to maximum.
I assure her she’ll hear it if they call, and not feeling the least bit tired myself, I have to go through the motions of looking like someone who’s ready for bed.
Which I guess I am.
Just not sleeping in my bestie’s bed.
It’s her dad’s bedroom that’s giving me butterflies right now.
And as the fluttering in my belly intensifies and Abby and I say our goodnights, it isn’t long before her breathing gets slow and heavy.
Abby, as energetic as she is by day, can fall asleep in moments. And she stays down, sleeping like a log all night.
I’d almost forgotten about that, and boy am I glad when she does go out for the count.
I wait a decent while before prodding her, even saying her name to see if she’s really asleep.
But Abby, rolling onto her back and starting to snore, is all the proof I need.
Slipping out from under the thin coverlet, I make my way out of her room, creeping back downstairs.
One half of me asks myself what the hell I’m doing, and the other half is leading the way.
Knowing exactly where I’m headed and why.
I stealthily make my way through the darkness of her house, back down the stairs.
The door to her dad’s bedroom is ajar.
The sound of my heart thumping in my ears.
The invisible string that’s tugging at my insides is getting shorter and hotter with every inch closer I get to him.
Without even having to knock, I push his door open.
And there’s Kane, towering over me in nothing but his shorts, waiting for me in perfect darkness.
But I can see the muscular outline of his body—the gleam of his eyes before I feel him pulling me closer to him.
“Mine…,” he growls, gasping when I feel just how strong his grip is.
I purr when I feel how hard his thick, hot member is as it presses into my soft body.
His mouth is over mine before either of us wastes another second with words.
I don’t know how much time we have, but we have to be quiet. And above all else, we have to hurry.
My climax feels like it’s started the second his strong mouth presses hard over mine.
His hands are gripping my ass and chest in one swift movement.
My clawing for his cock, for his chest. For all of him.
“Oh, Jen,” he finally groans, coming up for air after his first kiss that already has me needing a thousand more. “I want you so bad…I need you.”
I try to answer, but only a whimper comes out.
Scooping me up into his massive arms, he carries me over to his bed in two long steps, laying me down like a prized possession.
Everything I was worried about disappears, and in the dark of night, so do my pajamas.
Kane’s hands are stroking and caressing each part of me as he undresses me down to my already drenched panties.
The only sound is our breathing, which seems so loud, like a hurricane in a wind tunnel, by the time he’s done kissing me again.
But it’s clear he wants more.
And if the sounds I’m making are anything to go by, he’d better do something quick.
This chubby girl is about to pop.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kane
Abby sets my overprotective ‘dad mind’ at ease, showing and telling me more details about her maybe job off-Broadway.
It makes me feel a little better. Knowing it’s a real theater, I know Abby’s agent is solid anyway.
If he ever booked her for something that wasn’t kosher, he’d have me to deal with, and he knows it.
But if…I mean, when Abby gets the part, it’ll be the perfect excuse for Jen and me to go to New York as well.
I’d want to go anyway to see Abby perform. But having Jen by my side, where she belongs now. That’s what’ll make it special.
Whether or not Abby sees it that way is another thing. A bridge we’ll have to cross when we get to it.
But that feels like a million miles away right now.
I’ve tried to busy myself as much as I can after the girls go upstairs after dinner.
Tidying up some, take-out doesn’t take long, and the rest of the house is as immaculate as ever.
What the hell did I use to do with all my free time?