Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“I’m not everyone,” I tell her, taking another step back and letting her hand drop away. I don’t want to give her the wrong idea. I think I did that when she’d first come back home to live with her parents. She was a fucking mess, to put it lightly, and I’d felt bad for her one night when she’d caught me out on my porch. She talked about how all she wanted to do was find a good man and to settle down, have a few kids and all that.
I told her I wanted the same thing. Because I did. After spending years around Cash and his wife, Clare, I knew I wanted what they had. A family was something I’d never really had. All I ever had was a drunken father, and the only thing I felt about him was relief when he died. I was eighteen at the time, and thankful I didn’t have to worry about him anymore. It was fucked up, but years of cleaning up after him made it a blessing when he passed. Neither of us had to be miserable anymore.
June had taken it to mean it was something we could have together, and I’ve been trying to get her to see I hadn’t meant I wanted to start a family with her. But June has always gotten what she wants since she was a little girl, so she can’t understand when people tell her no. She can flip those tears and pouts on and off, but it does nothing for me.
I glance around the bar, seeing plenty of men eyeing up June. I don’t know why she has her sights set on me. I don’t see why she doesn’t try elsewhere.
“No, you’re definitely not everyone,” she says in a husky voice, and I wonder if that really works for her. Maybe it does, with how the men around us keep looking at her.
When I start to pull my eyes back to June, I freeze when I see Dolly standing in front of me. Her hand rests on her full hip, and her bright blue eyes are narrowed on me. Those dimples I love are long gone. She looks pissed. Normally she’s all smiles when she sees me. Even flirts with me on occasion. I try to avoid it, because unlike with June, I fucking love it when Dolly gives me attention. I crave it, and it’s something I shouldn’t like. She’s too young for me. I repeat it to myself every night when I lie down in bed and stroke myself to the thought of her.
My favorite one, the one that’s been killing me recently, is what would happen to those dimples when she’d be on her knees in front of me, my cock in her mouth as she sucked me down her throat. Would they disappear, or would I catch little glimpses of them as she worked her way up and down my dick?
Fuck. I try to push the thought from my head, feeling my cock getting hard. She shouldn’t even be in here. She’s still a year shy of twenty-one. I thought I’d be safe in a bar, but here she is, standing in front of me. She looks madder than a cat with its tail on fire.
“You’re too young to be in here, Dolly,” I tell her, looking down at her.
Jesus, she’s gorgeous. I just want to reach out and touch her. Run my hand along her creamy skin. See if she’s as soft as I’ve always thought she’d be with all those curves. She’s built for a man. The kind of woman you want to come home to every night. To see standing in your kitchen, barefoot and round with your child. Not a speck of makeup on her face, and her hair wild from chasing after your kids all day. My chest aches with how much I want that image to come true.
“Guess you better step away from this skank and follow me. Make sure I’m safe while I’m here.” She winks before she turns and leaves me standing there. I shouldn’t follow her, but she’s right. There are too many swinging dicks in this place to let her wander around on her own. I’ll just watch her. Make sure she gets home okay.
June tries to grab me as I follow Dolly, but I ignore her. I keep walking, watching Dolly’s lush ass in her tight jeans all the way back to her seat. I watch her sit down with a dark-haired girl, and I take a seat on the other side of her.
“I guess you handled that,” the dark-haired girl says, looking over at me.
“Nobody fucks with what’s mine,” Dolly says.
I grip the side of the bar at her words, fighting to keep myself from touching her. Dolly has always made teasing comments like that over the years. I used to think it was just some crush she had on me, something she’d grow out of. No way a girl like her would want to be saddled with someone ten years older than her. Someone who didn’t even have a name around here. Her family is well known. Everyone knows the Jennings family.