Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Keep me.
Those two words cause my pulse to leapfrog. I can feel the hotel clerk watching us, along with several of the lecherous men in the lobby, and there’s no way out of this jealous haze, except to mark what my body claims is my property. Knowing full well we’re being watched, I slide my hand up the back of her skirt and knead that tight left ass cheek in my palm, her shaky intake of breath only making me grip harder.
“You’re staying with me.” My conscience finally clambers to the surface. Virgin. College freshman. Best friend’s daughter. Emotionally vulnerable. “But we’re going to keep this sweet little body innocent, come hell or high water.”
“Tell that to your roving hand,” she says, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “If you really want to mark your territory in front of all these men, maybe you should spit in my mouth again, Daddy.”
She puts out her tongue and closes her eyes.
My balls swell like they’ve been filled with hot concrete.
I swat her ass, the sharp sound eliciting groans throughout the lobby. “That’s enough, young lady.”
She presses her face between my pecs and moans, elevating onto her toes to plaster the fronts of our bodies together. “Take me upstairs and play with me.”
If I don’t make a move soon, I’m going to yank down my zipper and fuck her right here in this lobby. Based on the ravenous way we’re being watched, I doubt anyone would launch a protest, either. Move. With a pained grunt, I grip her elbow and march her to the elevator bank, painfully aware that I’ve got a demanding erection straining against the front of my pants, no way to hide it.
I smack the up button, hissing a relieved exhale when the elevator doors open immediately. I hustle Haylo inside, her giggle only making me stiffer. “Jesus, how do you go anywhere without being accosted?” I bash the heel of my hand into the steel wall over her head. “Those bastards are practically salivating over you.”
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs against the underside of my chin. “You made it clear who I belong to for the night.”
Just for the night?
I can’t even fathom going back to my normal life after touching this girl.
Will it even be possible?
Before I can take issue with her phrasing, we arrive at my floor and I lead her off the elevator into the carpeted hallway, her hand in mine as we walk to the end of the corridor where my corner suite is located. My God, what am I doing? I thought I had more self-control and common sense than this, but no. I’ve brought this beautiful eighteen-year-old girl back to my hotel room and she wants to be fucked. How am I going to stop myself?
“How are you going to play with me first?” she asks in a silky whisper, as soon as we step into the pitch-black room, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of my arousal.
“How am I going to play with you?” I reach deep, deep inside of myself for a reserve of military-grade willpower, homing in on one final speck. I brought her here for a reason. She didn’t want to be left in her apartment to witness the joy of parents reunited with their daughters when she can’t do the same. I brought her with me so I can make her feel better, not so I can get my rocks off. Again. I’ve already crossed the line and I need to find a way to prevent myself from crossing it any more tonight. “We’re going to play charades.”
CHAPTER 6
Haylo
“Charades?” I echo in disbelief.
Joel tosses his hotel key and wallet onto the dresser, drawing five harried fingers through his dark hair. “That’s what the other parents and their kids are doing right now, isn’t it? I’m filling in for your parent this weekend, so…” He sets his bristled jaw. “Let’s do the same.”
Just when I think I have Joel right where I want him, he pulls back. Regroups.
Why can’t he just be considerate and let me seduce him already?
“I don’t need you to heal my broken heart, Joel. I’m fine.”
The room is bigger than I expected with a small kitchenette and separate bedroom, off to the right. The windows are open and overlooking downtown Nashville in the distance, the hotel parking lot below. We’re still standing in relative darkness, the streetlamps outside combining to fill the room with a gentle glow. Joel brightens the space slightly now by turning on a lamp and sitting on the couch in the living area.
“You didn’t seem fine when we were outside your apartment,” he says.
“I am,” I insist, horrified to hear my voice crack.
His chest dips, as if it’s hard for him to see me upset. “Come here, angel.”
“I don’t want to be comforted.” My knees feely wobbly out of nowhere, as if I’ve been ignoring the pain of abandonment, distracting myself with my plan to seduce Joel. But at the slightest hint of sympathy, the avalanche of emotion is cascading down the side of the mountain. “If you comfort me, I’ll cry.”