Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Apparently, I'm greedy like that.
"Who said you have to?" she asks, her cheeks pink.
I groan, bouncing my head against the seat rest. "I do." I glance over at her. "As much as I want you—and believe me, I want you so fucking badly I'm ready to lose my mind—I haven't earned the right to know exactly what you taste like coming all over my tongue yet."
"Gage," she whispers softly, her face falling. "It isn't your fault that Victoria treats me the way she does."
"Yeah, it is." I peel my hand from the steering wheel, cupping her cheek. "She's been a bitch to you because I wasn't clear enough. I need to make it right, butterfly. I owe you that."
She tilts her head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously. "What are you up to, Gage Bronx?"
"You'll see on Friday." I grin at her. "But I can't go inside with you right now, or I'll fuck it all up."
Troian grumbles softly and then sighs. "You make it really hard to be disappointed, you know that?"
"Good. I never want to disappoint you again."
She smiles sweetly, and I swear to God, I want to taste that smile. A second later, I realize there's nothing stopping me now. She knows how I feel about her. She knows that I'm wild for her.
I pull her toward me, crashing our mouths together.
She moans against my lips, her hands in my hair, fucking it all up. I don't care. She can do whatever she wants. I won't ever tell her no.
Somehow, she ends up on my lap, straddling me.
"Jesus," I groan, my head thrown back against the seat as she grinds all over my cock. My hands dig into her hips, trying to keep her right there because it feels fucking magical. "I can't wait to feel you doing that while you're naked, Troian."
She bites my throat in response, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to tip her over backward and tear her clothes off. It's what I want to do. But I don't. Restraint.
A motherfucker is learning.
Instead, I kiss her again, letting her grind all over me until the windows are fogged all to hell and she's gasping my name and trembling like she's about to come all over me.
She doesn't get the chance.
She's right there—right fucking there—when her dad taps on the window.
"Shit," I growl.
Troian squeaks, practically flinging herself back into the passenger seat.
Judging by the way Mr. Alessi scowls at me, he knows precisely what we were doing, and he is not a happy camper. "Out of the truck, Gage," he says. "Now."
"Fuck my life," I breathe, climbing from the truck to meet him.
Troian scrambles out with wide eyes. "Dad, you're home early."
"Clearly," he says, his eyes narrowed on his daughter. "Inside, Troian."
"But—"
"Inside," he orders her, his eyes locked on me like he's trying to decide if he wants to choke me or run me over with my own truck.
Troian grumbles softly and then scurries to my side, flinging her arms around me in a fierce hug. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, butterfly." I brush my lips across her forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks so beautiful with her face flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses. "I'll see you in the morning."
She hesitates for a long moment before huffing a loud sigh, shooting a glare at her dad that's more warning than anything, and then stomping toward the house.
I watch her go. Her dad watches me.
Neither of us says anything until she's inside, the front door closed behind her, and then he turns to me, blowing out a sharp breath.
"I like you, Gage," he says. "You've always been good to my daughter."
"I love your daughter, sir," I say, my voice firm. "I'm going to marry her one day."
"Yeah? Does she know this?"
"She's catching on."
He's silent for a moment, watching me. His eyes are so much like hers, it's a little unnerving. But Troian is like her mom, all softness and sweetness. Her dad is different. He knows how special she is, so he's fiercely protective.
"Not knowing if we were going to lose her when she was younger is the hardest thing we've ever gone through," he says suddenly. "I always promised God that, if he just let us keep her, if he just let her grow up, I'd be her biggest cheerleader."
I stay silent, not entirely sure where this is going.
"I realized about a year ago that I'm not that person any longer." He meets my gaze again, resignation heavy in his eyes. "You are."
"Sir, I—"
He throws up a hand, silencing me. "I'm not mad about it, Gage. I've seen the way you look at her. It's the same way I've always looked at her mom. She looks at you the same way. I appreciate that you love her. I appreciate that you look out for her the way you do. But she's still my little girl. It's still my job to protect her." He pauses. "I know what the two of you were doing in that truck. I'm not stupid. You're both adults, and I know damn well I can't stop you. But…I need you to hear me, all right?"