Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Oh lord, that’s my good girl. Give Daddy a kiss while you take his sperm.”
She does as she’s told, her mouth pliant and obedient while I tongue it down, wave after wave of relief coursing through my lower body. Her tits have bounced free of her neckline and I lean down to suckle her nipples now in between kisses, her cunt pulsing in response, drawing another rope of spend from my shaft.
“You’re my addiction, you know that?” I grit out, ramming her one final time against the wall, pressing my teeth to the side of her head. “I’m addicted to you and I only get more obsessed by the second. Soon I’m not going to be able to go five minutes without you. Maybe that ship has already sailed.”
“You don’t have to go without me,” she whispers, kissing me sweetly, despite the frenzied, beastly way I just treated her young body.
“I don’t deserve you,” I groan into her neck, then rubbing my face in her hair. Running my hands on every sweet inch of her skin that I can reach. “I don’t know how to deserve you—”
There’s a loud knock on the door.
“Fuck off,” I say over my shoulder, bristling. “I said nobody comes in here.”
“Deke.” When I recognize the voice, a hole opens in my stomach. “Please tell me that’s not my niece in there with you.”
ELEVEN
June
Upon hearing my uncle Sandy’s voice so laced with horror and disappointment, my face turns red hot. Without thinking, I struggle out of Deke’s hold and attempt to fix my clothing, snatching the torn lace panties up from the floor and shoving them into the pocket of a blazer that hangs on one of the garment racks. With trembling fingers, I fix my twisted and sweaty tank top, pushing my hiked-up skirt back into place.
“Fuck,” Deke swears, hanging his head briefly, before zipping up his pants. “Did you know he was coming back early?”
“No.” I shake my head. “What are we going to tell him?”
Deke runs five fingers through his unruly black hair. “There’s no use in lying, June Bug. They probably heard us in the next county.”
I press the palms of my hands to my hot face. “Oh my gosh.”
Another loud knock at the door has Deke sighing, planting his hands on his hips for several beats, before he moves to the entrance “Might as well face the music.” He opens the door to reveal my uncle Sandy, his once blond hair faded into gray, his thin frame dressed in an old Brooks & Dunn T-shirt and ripped jeans. He takes one look at me and Deke, our bodies still in the final stages of exertion, and his face pales. “Jesus Christ, Deke. I thought even you had a little more honor than this. She’s less than half your age.”
“I need you to take a deep breath and listen, Sandy. This isn’t some sordid affair, despite how it looks.” He holds his hand out to me, winking, and I take it, weaving our fingers together. “This thing between me and June Bug—”
“Oh, there is no ‘thing.’ Not on my watch.” He points a skinny finger at Deke. “She has a bright future ahead of her. The last thing she needs is to get mixed up with some down-and-out drunk whose best days are behind him.”
I can feel those words hit Deke like a physical blow. His wince breaks my heart, because it’s followed by a dimming of his eyes. It’s followed by shame.
“My God, I heard you both from the parking lot. What am I going to tell her mother?”
“You’re not going to tell her anything,” I say, attempting to squeeze life back into Deke’s suddenly bloodless hand. “I’m an adult and I’ll tell her when I’m ready.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything,” frets Sandy. “After all, you’re going to go back to school and put all of this behind you.”
“No, I’m not,” I say, firmly. “Well, yes, I am going to go back to school, but I’m not putting Deke behind me. He’s…we’re…”
“You’re what?” Sandy prompts, impatiently. “Are you going to marry her, Deke?”
Deke’s chin snaps up, but it’s impossible to read what’s happening behind his darkened eyes. “Marry her? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
That outburst is a slap in the face. A cold bucket of water being dumped over my head. Marriage is a long way off, but I wouldn’t have expected him to react quite so opposed to the idea of marrying me. Not when he just told me I’m his addiction. That he couldn’t go five minutes without me.
“I’m not even sure about being her boyfriend yet,” he continues, looking down at our joined hands, then up at me. Conflicted.
Oh my God.
I’m such an idiot.
I’ve fallen in love with someone who just wanted to have sex with me.