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She nods, then takes a deep shuddering breath. “That kiss felt like a little more than you’re just taking care of me for my grandpa.”
If she knew how hard I was, she’d know how right she is...
“I don’t care if you’re older.” She burns a hole in me with her soulful brown eyes.
“You say that now, but you’ve been traumatized.” I’m doing my best to be rational. She doesn’t understand that I’ve been holding back for her own good. “We don’t have much time left to go. Let’s stick with our plan and not make things more complicated than they already are.”Because if I fuck you again, there’s no turning back. Twenty-one or not. I’ll never let you go.
Chapter Twelve
July
I shouldn’t have broken my resolve and fucked Brooke the first time. And I should’ve known better than to kiss her that last time, because it’s been a living hell here lately, and it’s getting worse.
Since I rescued her from that idiot, Brooke has been all in with the teasing, knowing full well what she’s doing. Running around the house half naked, trying to tempt me into fucking her again.
That little one is playing with fire. And tonight, I’m at the end of my rope. She’s pushed me too goddamn far.
She’s in front of the mirror by the front door. I’m on the couch, looking over this month’s accounts. At least that’s what I’m trying to do, but I can’t keep my eyes on the computer screen. How can I when she’s parading around wearing that?
I shouldn’t look again, but I do. Fuck it, I sure do. She’s changed into a white blouse I haven’t seen before, and I could sear it, burn it right off her with my eyes. She has enough buttons undone that I can see her creamy tits popping out at the top of her bra. For fuck’s sake. Does she have any idea what that does to a man?
The top is tied in a knot around her tiny little waist, and her frilly skirt drops low around her hips so I can see her belly button.
I’ve never had a thing for belly buttons before, but Jesus Christ, her toned flat stomach is so tempting. I want to stick my tongue into that little hole.
“You’re going out wearing that?” Every fucking ranch hand in town will be pawing at her, begging for her pussy.
“To Boondocks, to be exact.” Brooke gives me a smirk. She picks up some lip gloss and applies it all over those plump, made-for-my-dick pink lips.
Her pert little ass bumps out when she bends closer to the mirror for a better look. And it’s everything I can do to stop myself from closing my laptop, marching over, and nailing her against the wall.
She’s still leaving her dirty little panties out for me in the laundry room, turning me into an addict for her sweet candy, juicy smell. She’s never said a word about it, but I know she knows I love it.
And now? She’s going out without me tonight? She hasn’t gone anywhere at night without me since our wedding day. My jaw clenches as I look at my computer’s clock. My blood starts to boil with visions of men feeling her up and jamming their dicks into her on the pool table. The hell no. No fucking way.
“Why do you care what I wear when I go out?” Brooke eyes me from the mirror and then turns. “Huh? Why?”
