Obsessed (Whiskey Run Book 3) Hope Ford (find a book to read .TXT) 📖

That seems to jolt her, and she loosens her hold and slides down my body. When she steps back, it’s then I notice she doesn’t have a bra on. Her breasts sway, and her hard pebbled nipples are pressed against her shirt. “Fuck me,” I groan.

I stalk over to the closet and pull out a pair of shorts. Then I go over to her drawers and start pulling them open roughly. I see her lace panties, silky nightgowns, and in the third drawer, I find her bras. I grab one, the exact shade of peach as her panties, and then walk back over to her.

She’s trembling, and I drop to the carpet in front of her. “Here, put your leg in here.”

She does as I ask and steps into her shorts. When she tries to pull them up, I wave her hands away. “I want to do this. Let me take care of you.”

She sighs heavily and lets me pull the shorts up her thighs and onto her hips. I raise up and look into her eyes. “I’m going to put your bra on,” I tell her matter-of-factly. It’s then I know how messed up she is when she merely nods her head. I try not to look at her large, rounded breasts or ignore the fact that her nipples are a darker shade of pink than the lacy bra I’m covering them with. She’s perfection in every form, and it’s fucking painful to touch her, but not really touch her. When this is over, and this terrible night is nothing but a memory, nothing is going to be able to stop me from having her.

8

Sierra

I can’t believe that after the night I had, all I can think about is how good it is to be sitting next to Evan with his arm around me. He hasn’t let me go. He sat with me as I answered all the policeman’s questions. And he held me even tighter when they told me they caught the guy, and he claimed he was my boyfriend. They showed me his picture, and I recognize him as a man that comes into the library. He had asked me out, but after I turned him down, he never asked again, and I thought it wasn’t a big deal. However, now I’m finding out it was definitely a big deal to him. The police have already taken him in and have searched his house. He had a shrine set up of pictures of me that really freaked me out, until Evan told me that nothing or no one is going to hurt me.

When exhaustion started to set in, Evan is the one that told the police I needed to rest and walked them to the door.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he locks the door and sets the alarm. “Are you leaving?”

He shakes his head. “There’s no way I could leave you now.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, and my eyes well up with tears.

He rushes to me and gathers me into his arms. “You’re okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’m so sorry, Sierra. I shouldn’t have left...”

I pull back. “This is not your fault.”

Guilt is all over his face. “I was going home to shower and grab clothes and then I was coming back, but I wasn’t fast enough.”

“Yes you were,” I tell him. “You got here before I got hurt. You’re here now.”

He lays his cheek on the top of my head. “Please don’t ask me to leave. Not tonight. I just need to hold you. That’s it. I can move my truck if you’re worried about what the neighbors think. Whatever, just don’t ask me to leave.”

I grab his hand and pull it over my heart to my chest. I raise my eyes and look into his. “Stay with me.”

He nods, and I know he’s not understanding what I’m asking him. I move his hand to cover my breast. “I want you to stay with me.”

He’s shaking his head but at the same time his hand squeezes my breast. As if he just realizes what he’s done, he tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. “Sierra, I want you and I’m going to have you, but not like this, not after what you’ve been through tonight.”

“No, I need you, Evan. Tonight. Please?”

I know it sounds like I’m begging him, but I don’t care.

“Sierra...”

I release his hand and wrap my arms around his neck. It’s the first time I’ve made the first move, but I don’t care. Not anymore. I’m still scared. Scared that this won’t last, scared I’m going to get hurt, but I’m even more scared at the thought I won’t ever have this chance again. The need to have him—tonight—is strong, and I don’t want to resist it.

“Please, Evan. I want you to be my first.”

He groans. “Fuck, baby.” His hips buck underneath me. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

I grip his shoulders. “But it’s true. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve always thought you would be my first.”

His jaw is tense. “Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be tonight. I can be your first tomorrow, or the next day. I don’t want to take advantage.”

I untangle my arms and legs from him and stand up. He’s already seen me almost naked, and maybe it’s everything I’ve experienced tonight, but I’m not even self-conscious or nervous. I pull down my shorts and then pull the hem of my shirt over my head. I reach behind me and undo my bra and let it fall from my arms to the floor. Taking a deep breath, I put a finger in each side of my panties and pull them down, kicking them to the side. I’m naked, and he’s staring at me. His eyes burn a path down my