Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
My hands drop to her ass, feeling mostly skin, and I squeeze her hard as I draw her up against my erection.
“Yes,” she moans into my mouth.
No. It should be no, no, no.
Given my past…what I could become…
It should be no.
But I’ve got no ability to reason through the terrible consequences of my actions. I only want to feel her mouth working against mine.
My entire body jerks when Simone drops a hand, works it between us, and palms my cock through my jeans. In turn, my fingers dive under the back of her shorts to brush against the damp crotch of her thong.
Her hips buck and I press a single finger against the wet silk to rub her.
Simone tears her mouth free from mine and pushes her face into my neck. “More,” she groans, stroking me through the denim.
“Christ,” I mutter back. “We need to stop.”
“No,” she cries out, now rotating her hips to create friction against my finger.
“We’re in a fucking parking lot, Simone,” I say with exasperation, and yet my finger finds the elastic seam of her panties and inches under.
Just a tiny touch…to see how wet she is from that kiss.
Headlights sweep over us and a car engine cuts through the haze. Simone doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, but it brings me to my senses. I pull my hand out from between her legs and step back slowly from her. She looks up at me with eyes so fevered I almost say fuck the risk of getting caught and figure I could toss her into the back of my car to fuck.
I shake my head hard, getting rid of those insane thoughts.
Thoughts that scare the living shit out of me if I were to act on them.
“Van,” Simone whispers.
“Just don’t,” I snap at her, scrubbing my hand through my hair. “This is fucking nuts. What were you thinking?”
Heat flashes in Simone’s eyes, and it’s not the sensual type. “What the fuck was I thinking? What the fuck were you doing? You were just fingering me and now you’re stopping?”
“If I was fingering you, little girl,” I say in a low, rumbling voice I barely recognize, “You’d know it. You’d be coming all over my finger.”
“Oh God,” she almost whines in exasperation. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”
I feel as helpless as she sounds. And I don’t know why I’m torturing either one of us with such things. I just know this is a bad fucking idea, no matter how much I want to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Taking a different tack, I let out a breath and say, “Simone…I can’t do this with you.”
“Why not?” she whispers.
Why not?
God, if she knew the reasons why not, she’d be running from me faster than she’s ever run before. But I can’t tell her those things. I can’t tell her because I don’t want to tell her. I’ll never share those things with anyone. Not even my sweet Aunt Etta, although I think she has some suspicions why I don’t date.
So without any other recourse, I come up with the best reason that I know she’ll accept.
“Because you are my teammates’ sister, and I don’t mess around like that,” I tell her with what I hope is an adequately solemn voice. “It’s sort of an unwritten rule.”
“Bullshit,” she calls me out.
“It’s not,” I maintain.
“It’s so bullshit,” she snaps at me, but then her gaze turns calculating. “But I’d be willing to keep it a secret if you wanted.”
I close my eyes, and not for the first time in my life, I pray for some type of peace. Because having just a tiny taste of Simone and knowing I can’t have more is indeed misery.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I take her by the shoulders and gently move her away from my door. I open it and climb in. She watches me with a guarded expression, but before I can pull the door closed, she calls my name.
I hesitate and just stare at her.
“Don’t you dare tell my brothers I’m working here,” she says.
I grit my teeth, because I had planned on doing exactly that. No way would Lucas let her continue here if he knew.
But then I realize I have leverage now. So I lean back out and look her dead in the eye. “I’ll keep my mouth shut if you agree to leave me alone. No more flirting, no more come-ons. Just stop it all and you’ve got my word.”
She doesn’t answer me right away, but finally I see her shoulders sag slightly and she nods. “Fine.”
Then she turns on her heel and saunters back across the parking lot toward the restaurant. Her hips sway provocatively, not because I think she thinks I’m watching, but because she knows the men in that restaurant will as she approaches.