Page 6 of Pumpkin
Finlay
Fuck. That was close. I was fighting the urge to show Petra a nice kind of pain by pulling her hair and kissing the fuck out of her when Claire announced her presence. And now she’s gone and I don’t know how much restraint I have. All these years I’ve had the excuse of work as a buffer or my little sister acting as chaperone. And now it’s a holiday and I don’t have anything to keep me away from the perfect little creature who’s haunted my desires since she grew into a woman. It was like one day she was a kid, and then this goddess emerged. Golden skin, silky long hair and curves for days. I’ve felt like a dirty old man ever since. But I can’t get her out of my head. It’s going to be an enormous battle of will keeping myself from dragging her to my bed. I want to claim her, own her, make her mine. And I’m not sure I can talk myself out of it this time.
“Do you think they’ll still have fresh cranberries?” Petra says all of a sudden, her breath coming out in tiny clouds, the cold pinking her cheeks. The store is only around the corner, so we walked to avoid fighting for parking.
“Will the pie be ruined if they don’t?” I ask, digging my hands further into my pockets so I don’t try to hold her hand.
“No. But it won’t be the same. The sugared cranberries on top really make it.”
“We normally eat a store-bought pie, so a homemade version will be a treat nonetheless.”
She presses her lips into a small smile then nods before she takes a breath like she’s about to say something but stops herself.
“Something on your mind?” I ask, wanting to hear the sweet sound of her voice.
“No,” she says a little too quickly.
I turn and look at her with a quirked brow, and she fidgets, frowning and biting at her bottom lip. She’s completely adorable.
“It’s just,” she starts before she shakes her head and adds, “it’s nothing,”
“It’s just what?” I prompt.
Her eyes flash with worry as her top teeth press into her plump lip. “Before. What I said. I…I didn’t mean anything. I had a umm, a brain fart.”
A chuckle bursts from my mouth. “A brain fart?”
“Yeah. Like a stutter or a moment of insanity.”
“So you were lying to me?”
“What? No! I never lie.” Her eyes go wide, indignant.
“So, youdowant me to hurt you in a good way?”
“I—no. I—Ah!” Her foot hits an icy patch on the sidewalk, and I reach out just in time to catch her, pulling her to me as I lean my big frame over her. It all happens so fast, but I like having her this close. Her softness pressed against my hardness—and fuck, I’m reallyhard.
“Do you want to know what I wanted to do when I heard those words fall from your pretty little mouth?” I murmur, my voice thick with need.
She gulps then nods, her breath fast and nervous.
“Let me show you,” I say, threading my fingers into the back of her hair, my dick getting harder when she loses focus and a moan escapes. I pull back on her hair, my fingers tightening at the roots as I guide her head to the perfect angle, then I bring my mouth to hers for my first taste of sweet perfection.
