Page 2 of The Man in Mom's Bed
She turns slightly, and suddenly we’re close.Too close,staring into each other’s eyes like something out of a movie.
I see her pulse pounding in her throat, her lips parting slightly. Christ, I can’t even imagine how good they’d feelwrapped around my hard-on. And matched with those innocent eyes that haveno businesslooking at me the way they are right now…
No, Cam. She’s off-limits. You’ll ruin her.I know this, and yet somehow, that just turns me on even more.
“Cameron…”
Hearing my name from her lips is like gasoline being thrown on the fire I’ve been trying to put out inside me for weeks.
She’s braless. Her nipples are hard beneath the vintage fabric of my shirt. Her dirty blond hair spills down across her shoulders like sparkling waterfalls. And her tits are enough to make my mouth water.
It’s like she’s got two ripe coconuts under there, perky as all hell, causing me to feel light-headed as my balls tighten.
I should tell her to put some goddamn pants on. What’s she even thinking dressing like this around me? Doesn’t she know she’s almost naked? Doesn’t she know I’m a full-grown man, filled with testosterone? Does she know what I could do to her if I just stopped holding back?
“You shouldn’t walk around half-naked, little girl. Even at home.”
“Little girl?” Her eyes flash. There’s defiance there, but something else beneath. “I’m eighteen, you know.”
“Barely.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, well, I’m old enough.”
Old enough? Old enough for what?Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Has she already been had by another man? The thought alone nearly demolishes me.
She’s young, but she’s not naïve. She has to know what she’s doing. But the real question iswhy?Is she just trying to start trouble, or is there some kind of real intent there? She must have no idea what I’d do if I actually allowed myself to put my hands on her.
No way she’s teasing me—inviting me to have my way with her. Guys her age must be falling at her feet, just dying to get a sniff of her panties.
But she couldn’t possibly be into one of those little punks, could she? Just picturing one of them fumbling their way across her has me ready to explode.
She deserves a man who knows what to do with a body like that–a body built for sin. She deservesme.
I can’t even imagine how tight her little cunt must be. As far as I know, Katie’s never had a boyfriend. She’s untouched. A virgin. And goddamn, what I wouldn’t do to stretch her walls around the girth of my swollen cock.
I step back, getting distance between us before I do something I can’t take back. “I–I’ve got to get to the garage.”
Sal’s Garage, where I work anywhere from fifty to sixty hours a week, saving every penny I can, taking meetings with a realtor about the property down on Route 9. It kills me that Katie sees me as just another grease monkey nobody.
“As usual,” she sighs. “Even on Sundays.”
“Hey, a man’s gotta work.”
“My mom says you’re wasting your time, you know. She says you’ll never be—”
“Your mom says a lot of things,” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I intended. “It doesn’t make them true.”
Katie bites her lip, and I have to look away to keep myself from putting my hands on her. “Idon’t think you’re wasting your time.”
What’s she saying? That she has faith in me? “Katie—”
“I see how you look at me, Cameron.”
Her words blindside me like a pitch out of left field. “What—what are you talking about?”
I glance over at Mercedes, this beauty’s mother, who is now passed out on the couch, snoring like a horse.
Katie lifts her chin, eyes swimming with courage and terror at the same time. “Like…you’re hungry. Like you want to eat.”
