Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
In the end I’d cooled things off with Dee even though I still didn’t know what the fuck was going on with this one. I just knew it felt weird even thinking of touching someone else when my head was suddenly so full of her. Dee-Dee had not taken the breakup well, no one ever does, and there was still some tension there, but at least I’d done my part; and lucky thing too because the shit had only grown worse.
Still I hadn’t made my move right away, because there was just too much involved. I was looking at life here, not just a fling with a hot new number. I couldn’t think of her the way I would someone else, and I found that I didn’t want to. But were my feelings strong enough, sure enough to make that first move? To take us beyond what we were?
I suffered through sleepless nights and chronic blue balls for fucking weeks and still was no closer to knowing what the fuck to do about my new dilemma. She haunted me; there was no other word for it. I saw her, the new her, everywhere. I wanted to be around her all the fucking time, when I wasn’t trying to run away from her and all the shit she was starting to make me feel.
I had a brief reprieve when she’d gone back to school; the hunger had eased a bit but was by no means gone. I’d spent the weeks between then and now trying to come to terms with what the fuck was going on with me. I haven’t fucked so much as the fucking wind in all this time and my shit was about to revolt.
I’d made myself forget the changes in her, or tried my best to, and for a while there it seemed like it just might work; but with her return, that shit was back worse than before. This was no fluke and not my imagination, this shit was real, more real than anything I’d ever experienced before in my checkered past.
She had me searching my feelings like a little bitch, no joke, which I did not appreciate at fucking all. I like things to stay where they’re supposed to be, everything in its place. And my dad’s little stepdaughter did not belong under me; though my dreams of the last few weeks have been placing her there night after night.
If it were just my libido that I had to worry about I could’ve found a way to alleviate the situation, but the last few days had convinced me that I wasn’t the only one looking. I was even more surprised by the fact that I was interested, more than a little in fact, although I knew what going after her would mean.
I found myself being jealous as fuck of anyone that came around her. Me, Nicholas Moretti, one of the city’s most eligible bachelors was being led around by the nose, by a college kid who seemed to be running hot and cold. One minute I was reading come get me signals loud and clear, and the next she was back to acting like my little sister, what the fuck?
It was a fucked up situation all around mixed signals aside. Shit could blow up in my face in a big way because of the familial ties if I didn’t handle things right. Even though she’s an adult, I’m still older, and beyond that, as a man, I have to take point for whatever happens here, but something has got to motherfucking give, and soon. Now she had this poor sap on the hook and I was over the shit already.
“Melanie come here a minute?” No one looked at me with suspicion, least of all the walking dead fuck that she was talking to. And why would they? I had every right to be here, I was one of them. There was nothing wrong with this scenario; nothing out of the ordinary shall we say, except for the thoughts in my head.
The room full of family and friends could have no idea that the young beauty making her way over to my side was in danger. There was a part of me that warred with what I was about to set in motion. The young man that had met the spritely, awkward fledgling was a little at odds with the adult male who had one thought on his mind. To mount, to take her down hard and fast and sink into her until she knew who the fuck she belonged to.
“What’s up big brother?” Shit, I wish she wouldn’t call me that, not now, but one look down at my dick showed that it didn’t have any negative affect on my newfound libido. I cleared my throat and tried not to growl when she pushed her arm through mine, which caused the soft side of her tit to press into my side. Fuck if she wasn’t doing that shit on purpose.