Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
With Lynn and anyone else that came before her we spent as much time apart as we did together. In fact maybe more, but the thought of letting her out of my sight fills me with distaste. If I had my way she would never spend another night out of my arms.
Which might be difficult since she had school and I sometimes travelled for business, sometimes out of the country, I’m going to have to figure something out because I’m pretty sure that was out.
Fuck, I can't think about that right now, I'm just making myself crazy.
"Hey, isn't school almost out for the summer?"
"Yep, just a few more weeks and it's summer vacation."
"What do you usually do on breaks?"
"Umm nothing?"
"You never went anywhere, did anything with friends, go to the beach, stuff like that?"
"I don't really have any friends Gideon." She hung her head as if in shame, I felt my ire rise once again.
"Well you do now Blossom, you have me." I teased her out of the funk I sensed was coming on again. Fucking Cliff Sanders; what an utter and complete asshole, if I hadn't hated him before I would now.
What seventeen, almost eighteen-year old girl didn't need friends? The more I learned about her life with him, the more convinced I became that I'd done the right thing by taking her out of there.
"Let me know when your classes end. We need to make plans, can't have you sitting around here all summer now can we?"
"Really, where would we go?" Her eyes lit up and she bounced in my lap making me laugh and groan at the same time.
I've been fighting a hard on ever since she climbed into my lap. I don't want to scare her half to death but neither did I want there to be any uneasiness between us. She’s going to learn about my body’s reaction to hers sooner or later. There’s no way to keep it hidden for the next three months.
I stole a kiss to distract her from my rod poking into her thigh, soft gentle kisses no tongue as yet. I didn't want to push my luck.
Although I'd promised myself not to make complete love to her until she was older, I knew it was unrealistic to think that I could lie next to her every night and not touch her. I knew there was going to be a lot of touching for the next three months.
That night she slept on my chest, her legs snuggled between mine, and me, the guy who couldn't stand cuddling slept like a fucking baby with her sweet weight on top of me.
The next morning we were more relaxed with each other. I let her browbeat me into eating breakfast, at least if was just fresh fruit with muesli and fresh squeezed orange juice.
She seemed more in her element here, puttering around my kitchen in her school uniform, the little band around her head making her look even younger. I almost felt like a perv, especially when I trapped her between my body and the island and ate at her cherry flavored lips.
"I can't wait to make love to you."
I felt her whole frame shiver at my whispered words, good, maybe I'll keep her primed between now and her birthday. By the time I actually get inside her she would be stoked for it.
"Gideon, don't say stuff like that." She was red as a cherry, her face hot to the touch when I kissed her cheek but she had a little shy smile as she tried to hide from me.
I needed to get her off to school. I still hadn't listened to the tapes yet and I wanted to get that done today, then there was a lot to do to prepare for our future.
GIDEON
Itook her to school on my way to work, and didn’t that sound fucking insane? I’m the twenty-six year old head of a Fortune Five Hundred company and my girlfriend is a twelfth grader, for fuck’s sake. What if I hadn’t seen her that day? Or the wind hadn’t been blowing in just that way that made her play in her hair the way she had that caught my eye? I shudder to think what might’ve become of my beautiful girl then. No matter what I’ll never regret having her in my life.
Sanders had been right though, there were some who would scoff at the disparity in our relationship, and some could kiss my ass. I answer to no one, which meant no one had any say in what the fuck I do with my life.
The only people who mattered were my family and I had no doubt they’d love my girl. Mom especially would want to mother her, which was fine by me she could use all the love and attention she could stand. But first they’d have to stand in line because it was going to be a while before I felt like sharing my treasure with anyone else.