Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He watched Lake move through the water, her dark hair a trail behind her like spilled ink. His heart started beating a little faster as he saw her form under the water, as he saw the roundness of her ass peek up above the liquid before disappearing just as fast.
She was a good swimmer, fluid, graceful even, but here he was, watching his sister’s stepdaughter like a bastard wanting to mount her.
“You fucker,” he said under his breath, telling himself there had to be something wrong with him to even be thinking about Lake in any other way aside from a sweet, innocent girl. But she wasn’t a girl anymore, hadn’t been for a long time. She was smart, beautiful, and knew what she wanted in life. She was making something out of her life, and every time he passed by her father’s office, she was in there studying.
He didn’t see her go out with any friends, didn’t see her sneak alcohol or smoke pot like he had when he was her age, so a part of him knew she was more focused on bettering herself. But he also felt this empathy for her that essentially she was isolated from her peers.
He brought the bottle of water to his mouth, watched her like a fucking hawk about to pounce on a damn field mouse, and felt the stirring of his cock behind his jeans. Yeah, he was a sick asshole for wanting her. Hell, the ink on his divorce papers wasn’t even dry yet, and here he was, thinking about what she’d feel like under him.
But Reese didn’t feel like a predator, like he wanted only one thing from her. She was beautiful, not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. She was smart, so damn smart that even with his education and training in the military he felt like a damn fool at times. When she laughed he felt this warmth move through him.
He hadn’t even been at Ginny and Calvin’s that long, but he already looked forward to seeing Lake every day, to hearing her speak, and to looking at her because she seemed to light up the whole room.
She moved toward the edge of the pool, gripped the railing of the stairs, and climbed out.
“Fuck,” he said low, breathless, and couldn’t help but watch the water as it cascaded down her curvy body. Her ass was so damn full and round that when she was out of the water and stood on the cement pad her ass bounced a little. “Good God,” he whispered and braced a hand on the wall beside him. She was only twenty… only fucking twenty. Lake was fifteen years his junior, and his sister’s stepdaughter. Watching her was wrong; wanting her was so much worse.
She turned, wearing some kind of bikini that covered her midriff slightly, and started saying something to Ginny. She started smiling, and that had Ginny laughing. God, her smile lit up the whole damn patio.
She picked up the long fall of her hair, wringing out the water. Her belly become more exposed, flashing him a tempting view of the roundness of it, of the fact she was built like a woman, not some skinny bitch like Brittany. Her tits were these damn works of art, and when she bent down to pick up the towel beside her, the top was low enough that he could see the mounds nearly falling free.
Throat tight, mouth dry, and tongue swollen, he felt his cock grow harder, press against his zipper, and demand to be free. Hell, all he could picture now was her naked on his bed, her body bared to him, her pussy spread. He turned, needing to get away, needing to try to get the images out of his mind.
Reese made his way up the stairs and to the room he was staying in. Once the door was shut he rested his forehead against the wood, closed his eyes, and breathed out roughly. His cock throbbed and was so fucking hard it had been painful just to walk.
Moving into the bathroom attached to the bedroom, he turned on the shower, stripped his clothes off, and stepped into the cold water. It was frigid and had his skin tightening, but his damn dick wouldn’t go down, even if he’d hoped the chill would calm the fucker. He reached down, grabbed his cock, and gave it a squeeze.
He groaned, not able to help himself. Resting his forehead on the tile before him, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth to breathe harder, and started jerking off. Yeah, he’d just gone from watching her swim like a pervert to being a motherfucker that had to masturbate thinking about a much younger, totally off-limits woman.
He started furiously stroking himself now, up and down, harder and faster. His balls drew up, his cock grew thicker with his impending orgasm, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He moved his palm up and down his length, rubbed the tip of his dick on every down stroke, and finally let his climax rush through him. He groaned low, trying to keep the noise down, but it felt fucking good.