Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“You going back out there?” David asked.
I nodded.
“You sure you don’t want to go home now?”
Since when was David the one ready to call it a night early? “No way. I’m not going home alone.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm, keeping me from getting up. “You’re not alone—you’ve got me.”
I smirked. “You gonna let me fuck you?”
He recoiled like I’d spit in his drink. “No, but—”
“You’re always telling me to loosen up. Why the hell are you bitching now?”
“I tease you about it, yes, but I like you the way you are. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” I shook his hand off and headed back into the writhing crowd.
I slid between a lean, dark-skinned guy with perfect cheekbones and a muscled boy who didn’t look old enough to be in the bar, but damn, his arms were lickable. That said a lot, considering Connor’s arms were— No. Fuck, no. Don’t think about Connor. Find someone else to fuck.
I pushed my way closer to the center of the floor, trying to drown in the pulse of the music and the heat of too many bodies moving as one. Some guy grabbed my waist and ground his hips against me. I didn’t even look at him—I just let it happen. Let the sensation pull me away from the ache in my chest.
A few seconds later, he leaned in close and yelled over the music. “I’d love to think your ass was vibrating on its own because that would be fucking awesome, but I think that’s your phone.”
It took a second for his words to register, but eventually, I fished out my phone. Connor’s name lit up the screen.
I turned it off.
The guy moved on. I kept swaying, trying to lose myself again. Then someone gripped my hips and yanked me back, hard. A thick erection pressed against my ass, and I couldn’t help but wiggle against it.
“I knew we’d see each other again,” a familiar voice said in my ear.
Tony. I tried to turn, but one of his hands slid up my chest, pinning me against his solid bulk. “You like that, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer—not that he could’ve heard me anyway. Did I like it? God help me, yes, I did. Even though I knew I shouldn’t. Tony was big. Not just his dick—his whole damn body. I tried to remember why fucking him would be a bad idea. Why not take what I wanted for once? It didn’t have to mean anything. David always said I should go after what I wanted.
I reached behind me, slipping a hand between us and cupping his cock through his pants. Thick. Long. I stroked it slowly. He thrust into my hand. That might feel good inside me—but hell no, I wasn’t bottoming. Not tonight. Not ever again. I couldn’t trust anyone. I’d learned that the hard way.
“Come on,” Tony breathed against my ear. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”
Every reason I had to say no vanished in a haze of alcohol and frustration. He grabbed my wrist and tugged hard, dragging me toward the restrooms. My pulse spiked. My cock throbbed. What the hell is wrong with me? I might fantasize about being manhandled, but I hated it in real life, especially by a guy I didn’t trust. Maybe—maybe—I’d like it with Connor.
Fuck. No thinking about Connor.
I let Tony lead me to the bathroom. I was going to screw him in a stall, shove him against the wall, and fuck him like he deserved for using me back in high school.
Tony pushed past a few guys in line. “We’re in a hurry.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, cheeks hot with embarrassment. He was an ass. But I was going to fuck that arrogance right out of him.
He shoved me into a stall and crowded in behind me, turning the lock. His hands landed on my shoulders, trying to push me down to my knees.
Nope. Fuck that. I wasn’t kneeling on that disgusting floor. And I wasn’t putting my mouth on his dick either—God only knew where it had been.
“Come on, you know you want this. You’ve wanted it since high school. Just think how long you’ve waited.”
“I didn’t even recognize you. I haven’t thought about you since you graduated.”
“Right,” he said with a laugh.
The fucking nerve.
I shoved my arms between his and knocked his hands away. “Turn around.”
“What?” He looked stunned.
“I want your ass.”
His face twisted. “What the fuck? You think I bottom? You think you’re going to fuck me?”
The fog lifted, just enough for me to see the whole pathetic scene clearly. Had I really thought Tony would let me fuck him? How drunk was I?
Someone banged on the stall door.
“Fuck off!” Tony barked.
“Hurry up and get off! Some of us gotta piss!”
“Jeremy?” a different voice called out. Oh, thank God. David.