Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
She seems short of breath. “What? Deprive all these women of your muscles?”
Already breaking my rule about not touching her, I tilt up her chin. “If you’ll recall what I told you in that room, sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck about other women. There’s only one that gets my cock hard and she’s a beautiful, redheaded troublemaker with freckles and suckable, little tits I can’t stop thinking about.”
“I seem to recall something about that,” she says shakily, tucking hair behind her ear with trembling fingers. “I-I suppose we can talk inside, but nothing has changed.”
Releasing her chin, I trail the tip of my index finger down the slope of her throat, feeling her gulp. “Lead the way.”
She turns on the heel of her white Converse shoe and I prowl behind her, devouring the sight of her luscious ass in cut-off jean shorts. We’re walking into a house together and for the first time, her parents won’t be here to play buffer. To keep my desire in check. I’m extremely aware of that. Not to mention the fact that she’s a big girl now, pregnant with my kid, and we have privacy as she leads me to a back bedroom.
I follow her inside and kick the door shut, enjoying the awareness on her face as she backs away, her tits heaving at my purposeful approach.
I’d like to rip out the crotch of her jean shorts and panties, pin her to the wall and fuck her until tears of satisfaction—not hurt—roll down her face. But I have to stick to my plan and that means I apologize first, the way I should have done outside the drugstore.
Stopping in front of her, I cup her soft cheek, regret crowding painfully in my sternum. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. For coming down on you like that after we made love.” My apology emerges sounding raw. “For making you cry. I hate myself for hurting you, baby.”
She widens her gaze at my apology and ducks her head quickly. When she lifts it again, there is a light sheen of moisture in her eyes, the stubbornness ebbing from her posture. “I shouldn’t have tricked you. It was wrong. So wrong—”
“Ripley—”
“No, let me finish.”
I grind my back teeth together to stop from reassuring her.
Ripley squares her shoulders. “I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for what I did.” She starts to say more, but shoots forward instead, wrapping her arms around my waist. She buries her cheek in the center of my bare chest where she must hear my heart going a million miles a minute. “I miss you.”
I’m already groaning, walking her toward the wall. Her back hits it a split second later and my mouth is moving on her neck, kissing the sensitive patch beneath her ear. “Ah, sweetheart. I miss you like hell.” My hands rake down her hips, twisting the denim of her shorts in a desperate grip. “I’ve been fucking miserable not being able to hear your voice.”
“It felt so good…what we did together.” She gasps when I bite her earlobe, her fingers dropping to the fly of my jeans, wresting it open. “Will you do it again, Uncle Mase? Please?”
“Wait,” I pant, seizing her wrist and securing it to the wall above her head. My cock is harder than a goddamn crowbar in my jeans, pulsing with the need to surround itself in my niece’s tight little cunt, but I’m doing this right. We can have forever together if I don’t rush her into this—and God knows we rushed enough in the brothel. “I want nothing more than to give you a ride on this dick, Ripley, but not until I hear you say the words. You’ll let me be your man. Forever. You’re going to let me be involved in this baby’s life. Forever.”
With a frustrated sob, she breaks out of my grip, pacing across to the other side of the room. Not following her is hell, but I need to hear what she says. I need to know what she’s thinking. “I can’t make those promises. You stayed away from me for so long. You never offered to be with me…until now. When you know I’m pregnant. How will I know you’re not just accepting this responsibility because you have no choice? Because I gave you no choice?”
I tear at my hair, a humorless laugh leaving my mouth. “Did you miss the part when I brought a fucking picture of you to the brothel, because you’re the only way I get hard? Did you forget me admitting I haven’t been with another woman since I met you?” I cross to her in two long strides, grasping her by the shoulders. “Jesus, Ripley. Open your eyes.”
She’s so close to giving in, giving me a shot, but her shoulders sag, her teeth worrying her lower lip in indecision. “I don’t know…”