Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Ugh, stupid car with its stupid annoying alarms,” she huffs.
“My house is less than ten minutes away. We can pick up where we left off. No annoying alarms?” I offer.
“Sounds like the best idea ever.”
I give her another peck on the lips, then help her into her car and rush over to my SUV. I do my very best not to speed excessively, and also to calm my hard-on, but it’s raging now, which, to be honest, isn’t a bad thing at my age.
Skye pulls into the driveway a second after me, and we exit our vehicles at the same time. We lace our fingers together as we walk up the front steps. I punch in the door code and usher her inside, locking it behind us. And then our mouths connect once again.
She wrenches her lips from mine long enough to ask, “Will you respect me less if we get naked on the first date?”
“It’s technically the second date. Will you respect me less for saying no?”
She tips her head and smiles. “Not even a little.”
“Good. Me either.”
Our mouths crash together again, and she shoves my suit jacket over my shoulders.
I let my hands roam over all her luscious curves, pausing to squeeze her ass before they drift higher. My lips travel the edge of her jaw and over her collarbones until I reach the soft swell of her right breast. I skim along the bodice of her dress, where the swell dips below the fabric.
She moans softly, and the sound is echoed a moment later. But the pitch is much higher.
One of her hands is in my hair, the other which is currently curved around my belt buckle freezes. “Did you hear that?” she whispers.
I lean back and arch a questioning brow.
Which is the moment another long, loud moan comes from somewhere in the house. Probably the living room.
Skye’s nose wrinkles. “Did you leave porn on?”
CHAPTER FIVE
SLOW IT DOWN
Skye
I don’t know why that’s where my head jumped to, but the moaning is loud, and high pitched. It’s followed by a male grunt and a: “Fuck yeah, just like that.”
“Shit. Stay right here, please.” Sidney’s face contorts into a grimace as he rearranges his hard-on and rushes down the hall.
I could and should stay put, but if he left porn on, the content may make me reconsider another date. So I ignore his request and follow him down the hall, noting how nice his place is. It’s a modern build with clean lines and simple decor.
“Randall Ballistic Junior, you cannot have sex on my living room couch!” Sidney bellows as I round the corner.
And wish I didn’t.
While the living room is dim, the light from the kitchen shines brightly on the very naked man-boy positioned at the end of the couch, over which an equally naked young woman is bent.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry Mr. Butterson!” The young man shouts.
Sidney spins around, presumably to avoid another eyeful of naked young woman. He looks absolutely horrified.
“There’s a bathroom down the hall to the right. Please tell your friend to put her clothes back on. You can do the same in the kitchen.” Sidney says through gritted teeth. His gaze shifts to me. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s something in the air tonight, apparently.” I fight a giggle.
He bites back a grin.
Our gazes lift to the ceiling when the floor above us creaks.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s probably my son.”
“Why don’t you make sure no one tries to jump out the window, and I’ll keep these two from attempting a runner before you read them the riot act?” I offer.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t mind unless you’d rather I go. But you might need someone to drive the girls home? I may be the less awkward option, seeing as I have the same equipment and I’m not the angry dad. Totally up to you, though. And if you want to deal with the upstairs issue before you decide, that’s also okay.”
“You’re amazing.” He rushes up the stairs.
I stay where I am, in the middle of the hallway. I’d like to cross my arms, but it makes my ridiculous cleavage more of a problem.
A minute later, the young man whose butt I’ve seen comes out of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. He’s lanky, with dark brown hair that curls around the back of his ears. I note tattoos on his arm as he runs his hand through his hair.
He startles when he sees me, and his gaze darts from my face to my chest and back up. “Oh hey, uh, hi. You must be Sid’s date.”
“I am.”
He nods a bunch of times. “Cool. Uh, I should probably go.”
I tip my head. “I’m pretty sure Sidney is planning to tear you a new one for using his house as your sex pad before you do that.”