“Yeah. The numbers are good. You’ll get your money back in six months and be pulling a profit from there on out. You want hard numbers?”
“Nah. If you say it’s good then I know it’s good.” He goes back to clicking away on his computer. I check the time again on my phone. It’s been ten days of living under the same roof with Kimmy. Every night I slip into her bed, reminding her that she's still mine, even if for some reason she doesn't want to tell her brother yet. I’ve left it alone, but I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to wait it out.
Each day I become more addicted to her soft touches and everything else about her. Like when she’s thinking real hard about something, her nose scrunches up. Or when she’s trying to pull one over on someone, her eyes get flighty. She’s a terrible liar. If Max came right out and asked her if something was going on between us, he’d know before she could even utter a word.
Thing is, Max isn’t going to ask. The man is always in his office and honestly too busy to notice what’s going on around him sometimes. He even eats most of his meals in here. That has given me lots of Kimmy time. She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted in a woman. Even how passionate she gets when she’s talking about fashion is hot. She has so much drive. She has that same drive about family too.
I pull up her location to check on her. She started classes a few days ago. It’s had me on edge for some reason. I think it’s because I don’t have a public claim to her. Not a soul knows about the two of us, and it’s driving me fucking insane.
“Don’t break your phone.” Max gives me a puzzled look. I release the death grip from my phone.
“Got something I need to handle.” I stand, making my way out of his office, knowing Kimmy is almost home. She barely gets in the door, and I’m on her. I toss her over my shoulder this time, carrying her back to my room.
“Cowboy. You’re going to end up in a fist fight with my brother,” she hisses, trying to be quiet. I kick my door shut before I toss her onto the bed. She licks her lips, knowing what’s to come. I have no doubt when I get my mouth on her she'll be soaked already for me. I’ve taken my time to know everything that she likes and craves. I’ve had my mouth on every inch of her.
Kimmy might be a strong, independent woman on the outside, but when it comes to us, she lights up like a fucking Christmas tree whenever I take control. It’s how I know we’re made for each other. She’s strong when she needs to be but also knows I can fill that role for her if she needs it.
I pounce on her. It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of her. We’ve done just about everything we could over the last ten days except fuck. She hasn't said it, but I know she’s a virgin. She’s so goddamn tight she has to be, but I’ve been working on that every night, trying to get her ready to take me. The thought alone of sliding into her tight heat could make me come. But I know I need to be patient. I need her to be ready.
When the time comes, I want it to be as painless as possible. That time won’t come until she stops hiding what we are. I know it’s fucked up. I'm addicted to my best friend's little sister, but I have enough respect to not take her until she and I are on the same page. This shit is forever. I’m not playing games with Max’s little sister. I’m all in.
It doesn't take me long to have her naked and my mouth on her cunt. I don’t stop at one or two orgasms. I keep pushing, demanding she give me more. I want it all. I don’t stop until she begs me to. I crawl up the bed, pulling her into my arms.
“I take it you missed me?” She lets out a giggle. I kiss and suck on her neck, not ready for my mouth to leave her yet.
I run my fingers along her stomach. We might not have fucked yet, but I made sure to get my cum inside her almost every night. I don’t know what possessed me to even suggest that first night I got a taste of her. But a need to claim her had hit me out of nowhere. I wanted my mark all over her. And when she willingly went along was when she sealed her damn fate.