Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Keeping my foot on the brake, I close the space between us and seal my lips to hers. And she moans. The little sex pot fucking moans.

SEX POT. LOL.

know I’m being an asshole by cutting off the kiss like that, but I was about a second from throwing the car in park and fucking her on the hood.

“Oh, I know! I’ll say – hey, sorry you got grounded last night. But don’t worry about standing me up, because your dad showed up to our date. And as you probably know, he’s hot as fuck. And I’d really like to get my hands on that girthy Coke can cock again, so could you give me his number? And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.” There’s a beat of silence before Elouise laughs herself off the couch.

Hell, I probably say more to Brian than I do to anyone else, and he’s still barely talking to me after I took his phone and car last weekend. I can only fucking imagine what the fallout would be if he found out I took his date too.

Axel shakes his head. “You don’t need a boy like that.” “What do I need?” “You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”

“Your cute little tummy is not gonna be a problem for me. It’s not gonna be a problem for you either. Because you’re perfect. And if you need me to come all over that pretty body of yours to prove it to you, consider the task accepted.”

Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.

“Anything my Baby wants, my Baby gets.”

I chew on my lip, “What if it’s weird?” Axel gifts me with one of his rare grins, “Oh, it’s gonna be weird. For him. You know how much shit his friends are gonna give him for his dad stealing his girl?”