Untouchable Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 175455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 877(@200wpm)___ 702(@250wpm)___ 585(@300wpm)
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I sit up, pulling the bed sheets around me rather than dropping them. “I wasn’t planning to stay for breakfast. I don’t think you were planning that either, were you? I mean, your parents were at the game last night and I didn’t meet them. Awkward morning after breakfast sounds much less ideal.”

“It won’t be awkward,” he says dismissively, standing with his back to me so that I get distracted admiring his ass and forget about the horrible prospect of sitting there with his parents. They would both know their son banged me last night. How could it not be awkward?

Following his lead despite my hesitance, I climb off the bed. I’d really prefer a shower before we go downstairs. Carter came inside me again last night, despite my asking him to pull out. He reasoned that pulling out was kind of pointless, and ignored me when I asked him to do it anyway. Consequently, my thighs still feel a little sticky, and I can’t imagine sitting there with his parents and little sister, still feeling Carter between my legs.

“I have to shower. I can be fast, but considering you’re bound and determined to make your mother a grandma, I’d like to make a better first impression than this.”

Carter chokes on laughter, but since he told me Chloe would come get us if we dawdled, I don’t wait to hear his response.

After the world’s quickest shower, I put on last night’s clothes and head downstairs with Carter. One more reason I shouldn’t be going to this breakfast is that I can’t go to church in what I’m wearing, so I’ll have to stop home first.

I text Grace to let her know I might be a little late as Carter leads me toward the dining room. I haven’t been in this room yet, but his house is pretty big, so there are quite a few rooms I haven’t seen.

The dining room is gray and white with a chandelier hanging over the table, dark hardwood flooring, and a wall of windows, letting in a stream of light from the big back yard. I see patio furniture out there, but my gaze snaps right back to the table. There’s a dark-haired man with his back to us. He has Carter’s broad shoulders, a matured version of his physique, and he’s wearing a pristine navy blue suit. There’s a newspaper open in his hands and the table is quiet. Carter’s mom is just sitting down, so she glances up at us with another weak smile as she takes her seat. Chloe is seated and poking her eggs with a fork, but there’s a scowl on her cute little face, telegraphing her displeasure.

“Good morning,” Carter offers to the room as he leads me straight past the table and into the next room. It’s the kitchen—a big kitchen. I wish I had this kitchen.

At the center of the cooking area is an island with a wooden surface, polished and gleaming. There are chairs all around that, and I would really rather eat there, but that would probably be rude.

There’s a fancy coffee machine on the counter beyond the island, and a line of breakfast dishes. Carter opens a cupboard and grabs two plates, then passes one to me.

“Wow, does your mom make breakfast like this every morning?” I ask him.

“Most mornings.”

“My mom buys Pop-Tarts,” I offer, smiling wryly as I eye up the steaming dishes.

Carter is spoiled and does not adequately appreciate this breakfast feast. I do, and my mouth waters as I scoop a little bit of everything up and put it on my plate. I didn’t even know how hungry I was, but man, it all looks and smells so good.

Carter glances at my plate and smirks. “Hungry?”

“I need the extra nourishment,” I inform him, lifting my eyebrows. “I’m probably eatin’ for two.”

“Jesus Christ,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“If I keep talkin’ about it, maybe it will finally sink in that you need to wear a damn condom. I know you get a kick out of ignorin’ me when I tell you not to do something sexual, but refusing to wear a condom shouldn’t be included in your deviance.”

“I like being inside you without a condom.”

“You’re gonna like it a whole lot less when you’re explainin’ to your Columbia wife five years from now why you’re paying child support to some girl you used to know in Texas.”

“I’m getting married in five years? To someone else? Why are you still in Texas? I feel like you left a lot out of the missing years, here. Anyway, you could just get an abortion and go on about your life,” he points out.

“I’m spendin’ both of my weekend days at church, Carter. You really think I’m gonna get an abortion because you can’t be bothered to wrap it up? Nope. I would have the baby and curse you forever.”


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