Luna bond novel Chapter 5

Diego

After another torturous day of watching her but keeping my distance, six o’clock finally arrived. I jogged across the sand to her door and rapped my knuckles on the wood. The door swung open, and I was greeted by Charlie wearing a wide smile as she blocked the doorway. But beneath her cheeriness, I saw the appraising look in her eyes. I was pleased that she was watching out for her cousin.

“Tall, dark, and handsome was certainly an accurate description,” she murmured. I was amused by her matter-of-fact tone. There was no interest in me beyond deciding if I was good enough for Allison. “The question still remains…”

I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to finish her thought.

“Are you a serial killer?”

I stifled a laugh and shook my head. “No.”

“Good, because you wouldn’t want to experience my kind of retribution for hurting my cousin. I guarantee I’m more creative and a whole lot meaner. You’d be crying like a little girl and begging for death by the time I was done with you.”

She looked so serious that I almost believed her. But when I pictured this short, perky redhead torturing someone, all the while wearing the cheery smile she currently had on her face, I had to swallow hard a couple of times to tamp down the desire to burst into laughter. However, I admired her gumption. She was a pit bull, and the guy she fell for someday would have his hands full.

“Got it,” I replied, deadpan. I was actually proud I didn’t have a hint of mirth in my tone.

Her smile suddenly became genuine, and she took a step back, clearing the doorway. Allison walked out of her bedroom and grabbed a small, colorful purse before walking over to us.

I nearly stumbled when my knees went weak at the vision she made. She looked young and fresh dressed in a white, strapless top and matching skirt. The bodice fit like a glove, emphasizing her small waist and pushing her big tits up so she had a decent amount of cleavage. The outfit was sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t happy about other people seeing what was for my eyes only. When she reached to grab something from the wall, I was relieved to see her drape a thin, white wrap with scattered sequins around her shoulders, hiding most of her cleavage.

From her tiny waist, the skirt fell over her curvy hips and flared out, falling to just above her knees. My eyes dropped to her feet and the strappy, wedged sandals she wore that displayed her cute, teal-tipped toes.

If anyone had ever tried to tell me that feet were a total turn-on, I would have laughed them out of the room. And owed them an apology. I wanted to suck on her adorable little digits and see her feet on the bed as she used them to shove her pussy farther into my mouth. I wanted to feel them digging into my back as she screamed in ecstasy while I rutted between her thighs like an animal intent on breeding its mate.

Allison was young, a teenager, but she had the sinful body of a woman. One that inspired dark and dirty thoughts. All of which I intended to do to her eventually.