Page 5 of Long Hard Ride
“Fuck. You’re a goddamn pimp. You know that, Chuck? A pimp.”
“Ha,” he cackles, throwing his head back and wheeling over to me. “I didn’t say the same bed. If you’re ready to give me a grandchild, that’s up to you. But you need to be in the same room. For God’s sake, save the couch for your first fight. You’re newlyweds. This is lovey-dovey time.”
I squint at him.
“Well? You coming?” He spins his chair, almost popping a wheelie. “Get the lead out. People need to sleep around here,” he gripes from halfway across the room, and then takes off.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m the one who has to wake up in two hours.” I hang on to my phone and wrap the thin, itchy blanket around me. I sleep in the nude. I guess it was too much to expect a little privacy. Keeping the blanket tight around me, I march though the living room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hear Brooke yell as I turn the corner to the hall. For whatever reason, it makes me chuckle to know Brooke and I had the same reaction. I pop my head into the only bedroom with the lights on.
There’s an empty twin bed under a small window. Brooke’s bed is directly across from it on the other side of the small room. I can’t see her face because Chuck is blocking my view while lording over her.
There’s no use arguing with Chuck. At this point, it’s hard to even get mad at him. I keep half expecting him to keel over in front of me. I know he’s just trying to do his best before his time runs out. I can’t really blame him.
I clutch the blanket around me, keeping myself covered, and climb into the free bed and get under the sheets. Not that I’m shy. Under normal circumstances, I don’t give a shit who sees me naked. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, but this isn’t a normal anything.
Chuck pivots, eyeing me. “Harrumph. Better.”
“Okay. Satisfied? You can leave now,” Brooke moans. I glance over at her. All the makeup from today is gone. She looks soft and sleepy, like an angel. I don’t know what she’s wearing because she has the covers tucked all the way up to her chin. But her arms are bare, and her lips are temptingly plump and kissable. She looks like a fucking late-night snack.
“Fine.” Chuck still has his back to me, but by the sound of his voice, he’s glaring at Brooke. “This is how it’s going to be for the next six months of your married life.”
“Whatever you say.” I hear Brooke’s mattress squeak. And fuck. I still can’t believe I’m in this goddamn situation. My head is butted against the wooden headboard. My feet hang off the bottom of the mattress. This bed must’ve been made for a little kid. What the fuck am I even doing here?
As though Chuck is reading my mind, he spins his wheelchair to face me. “Now, I’m not going to force you to give me grandchildren.”
I balk. “How kind.”
“Well, with Brooke still being a virgin and all, it might take a little more time than usual.”
“Wh—
“Gramps, please! For the love of God. Please go back to sleep,” Brooke begs, obviously mortified. But my cock only hears opportunity and swells with the thought of being the first inside her virgin-tight pussy. I’ll bet she tastes like cherry pie. Damn, she’s going to make my no-touching rule torture.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. All the women I date want a commitment after a few months, and obviously that’s a deal-breaker.
“Fine. We won’t talk about your maidenhead, Brooke.” Chuck wheels his chair to the door. “But, for what it’s worth, there shouldn’t be anything that you can’t discuss with your husband.” Chuck crooks his neck, apparently waiting for me to speak. But I’m seeing cherries popping in my brain, and I’m not saying a thing.
Thankfully, without another word, Chuck shuts off the light and leaves the room.
Brooke and I are left alone. The only sound breaking through the shadowy silence is my hammering pulse. If my cock could make any noise, Brooke would hear it say,I’m going to be the first to fuck you, baby girl.I glance over, my eyes roaming over every one of her buttery velvet curves.
Even with the light off, the moon is so bright I can see her clearly. She’s brushed the covers off and is lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. My mouth is fucking watering. For the first time, I get an eyeful of what she wears to bed. Almost nothing.
Christ.
Her flimsy pink top looks about three sizes too small. The tiny straps are strained, working overtime trying to cover those creamy tits. I swallow thickly, trying to distract myself from my aching balls, as my eyes latch on to her juicy nipples. They’re sticking straight up, like they’re reaching for the ceiling. Hard as rocks, clear as day... My dick is already oozing precum as it bumps against the wooly blanket.
Her long smooth legs almost touch the foot of the bed. All soft and sugary sweet, she’d be so easy to fuck. I could be on top of her in under a second.
A fiery heat roars through my blood. And goddamn, it makes me want to throw all my no-contact rules out the window.
One flick to the left or right of those minuscule shorts and my dick would be prying that pretty virgin open. I’d stretch her wide and fuck her deep, while kissing that plump, pouty mouth of hers. I’d wrap that thick hair around my hands and hold it away from her face so she’d never forget who made her come the first time. My seed would be leaking out of her for days... Shit, she’s so ripe.
Brooke clears her throat, and my eyes shift back up to her face. She quirks a brow, her dark eyes sparking with fire, knowing exactly what I was doing. She gives me one of those cutesy smirks that makes me want to teach her a goddamn lesson. Then she draws the blankets up and covers herself.
How the fuck am I going to keep my hands off of her?Because you have to, a faint voice of reason reminds me. I close my eyes and try to think of getting my teeth drilled.
