Page 33 of The Legend (Rivers Wilde 2)

“You’ve got jokes today. Close the door. Now. I don’t want to be later than I’m already going to be,” I say sharply and her smirk disappears.

“I was just joking. Fine, bye.” She scowls and then slams the door.

I pull into the alley behind the bookstore, lower my seat, and wait until she’s turned the corner before I unzip my pants and start to stroke my dick.

When I got my windows tinted, it was be

cause I loved the way it looked. Little did I know they’d come in handy when I woke up as a complete pervert two weeks ago.

I sigh in relief and ease into a stroke. I don’t feel like rushing now. I don’t care if I’m late.

I’ve lost my fucking mind. I don’t even know who I am anymore. The last month of getting to know Kal has made me crazy. Between my deliveries to the store in the morning and what has turned into a standing Tuesday night visit to this bookstore, I’ve found myself in a real quandary.

Because, with every conversation, I like her more. I like that she pushes back on my shit. What I don’t like is the way I want her. It’s harder and harder to pretend it’s cool just being her friend.

She likes me, but she’s made it very clear she wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole and that my ten-inch pole will never touch her.

She slid into my car dressed in that red T-shirt she’s always wearing stretched across her perfect breasts. And her tiny little shorts that left most of her legs bare to the world. I am a sucker for those legs and that perfectly round ass and that face. And her laugh. And her smile. And the way she talks with her hands and the way she chews her lips—those lips that are always bare and that I want to kiss—when she’s writing.

And the way she fucking breathes.

We’ve formed a really easy friendship over the last couple of weeks. She’s even made friends with Regan who’s come with us to Murder By The Book a couple of times. She’s smart and has an opinion on everything. So, I ask her for it—often. Even her glasses, which she only wears to read, turn me on.

She thinks I have a harem. I don’t. A few of the girls in Rivers Wilde show up everywhere I am. But, I never touch them. Heir to a fortune, a basketball prodigy and political science aficionado and the picture of discipline. I don’t dip my pen into just anybody’s ink pot.

I’ve fucked before. But she was older than me and she went off to college a couple of months later. I see her when she’s home, and she always teaches me something new. But, besides her, none of these girls in Rivers Wilde have made me feel like going to the trouble of dealing with dates and shit.

Until Kal. The girl who laughs in my face every time I think I’m being charming.

And fuck, I love it. She’s turned me into a rutting fool. I wake up grinding my hips into my mattress because I have endless dreams about her. She’s a living breathing wet dream that was custom built just for me. I can’t get her out of my mind.

I speed up my hand. I close my eyes and instead of thinking of all the reasons I can’t have her; I think of all the reasons I want her. I start with those thighs and that ass. And the sliver of smooth skin her shirts always manage to reveal.

She only ever wears just enough clothing to cover the essentials. So much of her smooth, caramel skin, complete with that glow is always on display. I think about fucking her in my car on our last day together and making her say sorry for teasing me all summer long.

That thought sends me over, and I throw my head back and groan and lift my shirt so my cum splatters my skin and not my clothes.

Then, I pull wet wipes out of my console. Regan opened it last week and found my stash of wet wipes and lube. She called it my Pussy Preparedness Kit and told me to throw some condoms in there.

I let her think what she wanted. But really, it was more like my Kal Gives Me a Constant Hard On kit. And I didn’t need condoms because fucking is never going to happen.

Feeling satisfied and a little less tense, I push my door open and nearly have a fucking heart attack when it hits something that lets out a yelp of pain and a very familiar “Fudge!”

I look up and find Kal doubled over next to my door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” It’s harsher than I meant it to be, and she glares at me.

“I could ask you the very same thing.” She steps back and her face is wrought with surprise and dismay.

“I saw you walk into the building.”

“I forgot something.”

We speak at the same time and stare at each other. And I can see the heat in her eyes and right away I know.

“You watched me?” I ask.

Her dark eyes widen, but she doesn't look away.

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