First Look at Unstoppable: Kale's Book
As promised, here’s the first chapter of Kale’s book, Unstoppable. This gives you a teaser at his mate and will probably bug the heck out of you trying to figure out where I’m going with this, cause that’s what I do 😉
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Manhattan, New York
“You like that?” he asked in a husky voice. “Then you’ll love this.”
He ran the tip of his tongue around the little nub, careful not to touch it. Haley squirmed beneath his hands, trying to find relief. He slid two fingers inside of her, but switched to one when he realized how tight she was. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t had sex in a while. He wanted her desperate for him.
Finally, he ran his tongue over her sensitive little nub, earning a moan so he did it again and again while slowly sliding his finger in and out of her. He had to close his eyes. He was so close to coming and she hadn’t even touched him yet. He prayed that he wouldn’t embarrass himself tonight since he planned on being inside of her for most of the night.
Her sheath tightened around his finger like a vice. He sucked her clit between his lips while flicking his tongue teasingly over the little bundle of nerves.
“Jason….Jason….,” she moaned his name softly for several minutes as he licked her out. “Jason!” she finally screamed his name as her body throbbed hard around his finger.
“Who writes this garbage?” Ashley asked, shaking her head with disgust as she turned the well-worn book over in her hands over and looked for the name of the author.
Mrs. Marshall really needed to set some standards on the books that she accepted, Ashley thought as she turned the book back over and continued reading. Who read this crap? she had to wonder as she turned to the next page and leaned back against the metal bookshelf to get more comfortable while she read this horrible book that she fully planned on putting down in a few more seconds.
He waited until she lay boneless on the bed, panting before pulling away and slowly licking his lips and fingers clean. He leaned over and kissed her.
“Condom,” he said through clenched teeth. He was on the edge of coming. He’d never been more turned on in his life. He wanted to fuck her in every position imaginable and then in some that he was pretty sure were physically impossible, but he was willing to give them all a try.
He felt Haley still beneath him. It was so quick that he almost missed it. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she pushed him off. Shit. She was still pissed about earlier.
“Haley, I- fuck!” he groaned loudly, well yelled really, as Haley in one swift move yanked his boxers down and took him in her hot, wet mouth. He braced his hands on her shoulders while she worked him. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth with a well-practiced move that nearly had his eyes crossing.
She cupped his sack with one hand, rolling it in her palm, making him groan and his hips buck. He forced himself to be still so that he wouldn’t hurt her. She met his gaze when she slowly took him in and-
“I don’t think this book is meant for you, sweetie,” a deep voice said just as the horrible book that she was not planning on checking out was plucked from her hands.
Blinking in surprise, and really, by now nothing should surprise her, she looked up to find a cute young guy in his twenties with light brown hair and blue eyes standing in front of her. Adjusting the backpack hung over his shoulder, he leaned down until he was almost at eye level with her and gave her one of those patronizing smiles that she was used to seeing before someone opened their mouths and made a complete ass out of themselves.
This time would be no different.
“Where’s your mommy, sweetie?” he asked in a voice better used on babies and small toddlers, probably hoping not to scare her, which she could appreciate considering the fact that he probably thought that she was ten-years-old and for good reason. She was barely four feet tall, wore her long blonde hair in a braid, had the face and body of a child, and was forced to wear this pink blouse with purple hearts on it thanks to the clothing industry’s refusal to make business-casual clothing for children.
“Where’s yours?” she shot back, wondering if she was ever going to make it through a day without being reminded about just how wonderful it was to be her.
Blinking in surprise, he mumbled, “Umm, home probably.”
“Did you need something?” she asked, reaching out and plucked the book that she’d been reading out of his hand and put it on the shelf, making a mental note of where she’d put it for later.
So she could make sure that it was adjusting well to its new home, of course.
“Are you lost?” the man asked, clearly deciding that he wasn’t going to be sidetracked from his purpose.
“No,” she said slowly, before turning innocent eyes on him, “are you?”
Blinking, and she couldn’t help but note that he did that a lot, he stood up to his full height with a frown and glanced around the library, probably looking for some poor adult foolish enough to lay claim to her. When he didn’t find anyone, he looked back at her with one of those patronizing smiles and said, “Why don’t we go find Mrs. Marshall, hmm?”
“I’d really rather not,” she said, honestly not sure if she could handle listening to her boss gush about her ten perfect grandchildren today.
“I think it might be for the best,” the man said, clearly determined to see this thing through.
Sighing, she gestured lazily around them. “I work here,” she said, hoping that it would be enough to put an end to this conversation so that she could finish shelving the new books.
“Sure you do,” he said absently as he shifted his attention to glance around them, again.
Deciding that she’d had enough for one afternoon, she walked past him, grabbed the old book cart that Mrs. Marshall refused to replace even though it was long past its prime and now completely dependent on scotch tape, cardboard and countless prayers to function, and pushed it towards the next aisle. Ignoring the grinding noise the wheels emitted with the short push, she grabbed a few books off the cart and headed down the next aisle.
“Look,” the man that apparently wasn’t going to drop this so that she could finish putting these books away before she left for the day said, “why don’t we go see if-”
“I’m not ten. I’m forty-five,” she said, not bothering to look back to see how he was taking the news.
“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, clearly not buying it.
She could explain that she’d stopped growing when she’d turned ten or that she had a well-known condition that kept her looking like a child, but since she didn’t make a habit of explaining her condition to everyone that gawked at her, she didn’t bother explaining it to him. Instead, she continued placing the rest of the books into their new homes and ignored him until he finally took the hint and walked away.
Once she finished putting away the rest of the books that had been donated over the weekend, she went back to grab that horrible book so that she could make sure that no one else wasted their time reading it only to discover that it was gone. Somewhat depressed that her plans for the night were ruined, she made her way to the back room and punched out, thankful that Mrs. Marshall wasn’t waiting for her with more pictures of her grandchildren.
Grabbing her bag, she headed out the side door and in seconds she was just another body walking along the busy Manhattan streets. She liked living in the city where she could blend in easily with the crowd and just…
For the fifteens minutes that it would take her to walk to her apartment she was invisible. No one looked at her, gave her a patronizing smile or made her feel like she belonged in a traveling freak show. Those fifteens minutes twice a day meant the world to her. For those fifteen minutes she was completely free to pretend that she was just another woman walking home after work.
During these brief walks, she wasn’t a grown woman trapped in a little girl’s body, a thing that didn’t belong in this world or the one that she’d been thrown out of and wasn’t supposed to know about. She was just another person to ignore.
Until she reached the front door of her apartment door, she was free.
All too soon that freedom that she cherished ended and she found herself in front of the apartment that she could barely afford. As she let herself into the one room apartment that never failed to depress her, she couldn’t help but wish that she had a cat just so that there was someone to greet her at the end of the day. It didn’t matter that cats didn’t seem to like her or that she considered them the spawn of Satan, she just wanted someone waiting for her at the end of the day.
When she flicked on the lights and found several large men waiting for her, she decided to take her wish as proof that cats were in fact evil.