Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Damn, she just might be. Yes.
“I don’t compete for women.” My heart is pounding in my ears. “Like I said, she has to choose you. I’m just saving her from having to listen to your weak game. Let’s go.”
Despite the fact that I clearly intimidate these shitheads, they are visibly skeptical that I can beat them in a swimming competition, being that I’m forty years their senior. They strip off their shirts and join me at the water’s edge. A quick glance tells me Coco is watching us curiously and I’m suddenly desperate to rip her out of that scandalous pink bathing suit.
These kids don’t have a hope in hell of winning.
Not when she’s waiting for me on the other side.
Unless I’ve already blown my shot. Her expression doesn’t give away my fate and that only motivates me to get back to shore faster and apologize.
I’m sorry, angel baby, I try to communicate with my eyes.
Her lips part slightly and she gives a subtle nod.
I’m done fighting my need for Coco. She’s chosen me and I have the good goddamn sense to take hold of the blessing with both hands. Damn the consequences.
She’s not going to make it to lunchtime with her cherry.
9
Coco
I watch Walt’s thick, tattooed arms and back streak through the water, his lead over the three younger men almost embarrassing. If I were them, I would go straight past the buoy and keep swimming. They’ve barely left shore and he’s already touched it, begun his return to the beach. And the closer he gets to me, the more intensely my womb begins to tingle and throb. I’m breathing hard, my fingers itching to play with my nipples. I’m going to burst into flames right here on this Hamptons beach, aren’t I?
“Oh yeah, I’m definitely setting up Granddad Walt with Mrs. Linden,” Wanda says beside me with a laugh. “That should earn me an easy A.”
Jealousy pours into me like fire.
I’ve never been angry with Wanda. Not once during our entire friendship. But right now, I would like to pull her hair as hard as I can. “Are you sure she’s his t-type?”
“I mean…yeah. Look at him kicking the asses of three younger men. He’s honorable. Successful. Good looking. What’s not to like?”
I desperately search for an answer. Anything to stop Wanda from trying to hook up our professor with the man of my dreams, but I can’t locate a single flaw. That’s how I know I’m in love with him. I’m blinded by the euphoria of the feeling. I’m down so bad, it’s painful. With a mounting sense of dread, I watch Walt return to shore at a fast clip. I can feel several men looking at me on the beach, my butt specifically, and I no longer feel safe and secure without Walt nearby. Maybe I’ve never felt safe without him.
He's almost to shore now, his pace never slowing. I try to school my features to not appear so affected when he climbs out of the water like a secret agent, the Atlantic Ocean sluicing down his wall of muscle—and wait…he’s coming toward me.
Like, straight toward me.
I have no time to prepare before he stoops down, tosses me over his shoulder and continues to stride right off the beach. My breath freezes in my lungs, but every inch of my body blazes hot. I have a perfect view of everyone on the beach and they are all watching this scene play out with undiluted shock, including Wanda and her father. “Walt?” I stammer. “Wh-what are you doing?”
He slaps my ass hard, making me gasp. “You’ll call me Daddy from now on.” He grips that same butt cheek hard, squeezing until I cry out. “Is that clear?”
Wetness like I’ve never experienced before rushes to my core. “Yes, Daddy.”
* * *
We’re only in Walt’s room for a split second before I’m thrown up against the door with my thighs wrapped around his waist. “What do you want to learn first, baby? How to fuck or how to behave now that you’re mine?”
I begin to shake uncontrollably. The ocean is cold but the swim had no effect on his size. His arousal is monstrous and thick and pressing hungrily against the pink nylon strip between my legs. I’m so overcome by the suddenness of Walt’s public claiming, I can barely form words. “Um. Um.” I’m hot and dizzy, brain in a lusty fog. “Wait…I’m yours. They all saw…”
“Yeah, that’s right. They all know. If that bothers you, maybe you should have left on your shorts.” He turns my head to the left and licks up the side of my neck, all the way to my ear. “They know I’m turning you into a woman right now. They might think it’s wrong, they might judge me for fucking someone who wasn’t even born yet when I turned forty, but staying away from you is a lot more wrong. It’s torture. So what’s it going to be?”