Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I didn’t recognize the attraction, not then anyway, but I knew I had to stay away until I got those unwanted feelings under control. So, in my bid to not be a fucking pervert, I’d left her open to Rene’s venom. But it’s when she said in the smallest voice I’d ever heard on a woman that Rene had been right to judge her because she was, in fact, trouble that things changed. The trouble? She wanted me.
She’d been fighting it for years, had been jealous of the time I spent with Rene, and felt guilty for not liking her in my life, not wanting me to be with someone I loved. It’s only after her confession that I opened up myself to the possibility. For the first time, I let myself think of what if, and just the fact that my dick got hard as iron told me more than enough about what I truly wanted.
She was drunk that night, and I didn’t touch her, not sexually anyway, but I did hold her in my arms when she crawled into my lap and reassured her that I loved her more than anything or anyone on this earth. She’d fallen asleep soon after, and I sat there with her weight on my lap as I thought about all that she’d said.
I was never so angry in my life. Angry at Rene and disappointed in myself. First, that I had not known that any of this was going on, and second because I didn’t know my sweet baby was fighting the same feelings for me that I now know I had for her.
But I had to think about it, had to search myself for the right answers. Did I just want to fuck Madeline to get the wild need out of my system? Or could I spend a lifetime together with her? It hadn’t taken long once I looked back over the years and realized that all of my better moments were spent with her in them.
She makes me laugh, she frustrates the hell out of me at times, and she’s the first thing I think of when something good happens to me. In the last eight years, I’d shared all my greatest achievements with her. Sure, things had changed now. She was no longer my young ward who needed love and guidance but a beautiful young woman with hopes and dreams of her own.
And then there was the age difference. At twenty-one, she’s sixteen years younger than me. Does she really know what she wants? What if it doesn’t work out? Do we go back to being what we were to each other? What if I lost her forever? I’d be gutted, devastated. But what if I turned her away, never gave us a chance? Would I regret it for the rest of my life? Would she?
By morning when she woke up after I’d put her to bed in her bed, in the room she’d always used when here, and thinking that hopefully, that would be the last time, I’d made up my mind. “Get dressed; we’re going to Vegas.” She looked sheepish the next morning when we met in the kitchen where I’d been standing gazing out the back window and sipping my first cup of coffee for the day.
We didn’t bring it up all day; neither of us did, and in all honesty, I had planned to table it until we both had time to think about what we really wanted, but then last night, we both had too much to drink and, well, we ended up in one of those cheesy chapels with the impressionist, and now we’re man and wife.
We’ve not stopped fucking long enough since then to think about anything else. Drunk as I was, I’d still only bought her a diamond-encrusted wedding band, knowing that I had my grandmother’s five-carat engagement ring at home in the safe waiting to grace her fingers. I’m sure Rene was expecting it since she’d been there when gran gave it to me a couple of years ago.
Now I can’t wait to see it on Madeline’s hand. Can’t wait to fuck her while she wore it, my badge of ownership. The band does that too, but the ring has more sentimental value. The women who wore it had all had long, fruitful lives with their families, and I wanted the same for her, my sweet baby.
GARRICK
The next morning, I awoke to find her watching me sleep. It’s a wonder she can be up at this time since I’d awakened her throughout the night to fuck. It’s like each time I rolled over, I rolled right into her pussy, and she was always waiting, willing. Just a spread of her legs, and it was like coming home.
As soon as she realized my eyes were open, she perked up. “Oh good, you’re up. I wanna try something.” Uh-oh, the last time she said that, she almost sprained my dick. She jumped down off the bed and sashayed her sweet ass into the bathroom, returning minutes later with a bottle of oil.