Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Her body writhes uncontrollably, and her moans fill the truck. When her body flexes and goes taut, I don’t slow down. She jerks as the orgasm consumes her. Even when her body starts to relax, I can’t stop touching her. With my finger buried deep inside her, I can still feel the tiny flutters from her release.
She sighs with satisfaction, and I reluctantly pull my hands away from her body. My finger is glistening, and I bring it to my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her. I moan around my finger, and when I open my eyes, she’s staring at me in shock.
Shit. I just finger-fucked my best friend’s little sister.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize when she shakes her head side to side. “Wow! That was… I mean, I never…”
I let out a breath. “Stay right here.”
I get out of the truck and pull at my pant legs, trying to make room in my now too-tight jeans. I bend over double and let the pain of my erection pressing into my jeans fill me. When I stand upright, I make my way around to the other side of the truck and open the car door. Abby is still sitting with her panties at her knees in shock.
I lean toward her, putting my hand to the side of her face, forcing her to look at me. “Abby, I…”
She pulls from my hold. “So help me, Davis, if you’re about to apologize to me—"
I cut her off. “I’m not. I know I probably should, but no, I can’t apologize for that.” I take a deep breath and let it out. “Are you okay?”
She’s watching me closely, searching my face, and finally she nods her head. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m really good.”
I nod and then reach for her panties, gripping each side of them. “Lift up for me.”
She does as I ask, and I try not to stare at her as I cover her up. After pulling the skirt of her dress down to her knees, I step back and help her out of my truck.
Her legs are wobbly, and I put an arm around her as I walk her to the door. The whole walk, I’m praying she doesn’t ask me to come inside because I don’t think I’m strong enough to refuse her. When we get there, she fumbles in her purse for the key, and when she pulls it out, I take it from her and unlock the front door.
After she steps in, she turns, looking at me expectantly.
I hold my hand up, stopping her from whatever she’s about to say. “Please don’t, Abby. If you ask me to come in, I won’t be able to say no, and I can’t. This was not a good idea…”
I let my voice trail off when I see the way her face transforms in front of me. She was so satisfied, almost smug, and now she’s looking at me timidly with insecurity. I reach for her, pulling her to me. I breathe her in, running my hand through her hair and then down her back before holding on to her hips. I want her. Fuck that, I need her, but I know I can’t do this. “Trust me, I want you, Abby. I want you so bad it hurts, but I can’t do this.”
She nods and steps out of my reach, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sure, I get it.”
“Abby…” I start, and she takes another step back.
“Really, it’s fine, Davis. Thank you for bringing me home and, well, for everything.”
She’s about to close the door, but I hold my hand up to stop her. She finally looks at me. “Listen to me, Abby. Just listen to what I have to say and then I’ll go, okay?”
She nods again, and I grit my teeth. She was feeling confident only minutes ago, and now I’ve made her feel bad about herself. This is not what I wanted. “When we were at the club and you were in my arms…”
I pause, and her eyebrows rise. I lock my hands together in front of me to stop myself from reaching for her. “You were the reason I was hard, Abby. It had nothing to do with that woman or what that couple was doing. My reaction was from having you in my arms and feeling your body against mine. I want you. But I know I can’t have you.”
“Zach doesn’t tell me who I can and can’t date.”
I nod my head. Abby has always been independent, and I know what she’s saying is true, but I also know that Zach is my best friend, my brother. I can’t do this to him. “It’s not just your brother, Abby. I’m not the man you need… the man you deserve.”
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head. “I’d better go, Abby. Thank you for trusting me and letting me pleasure you. I’ll carry that with me always.”