Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Since when are you deprived?” Kellan rolls his eyes and chuckles before hitting me with an elbow. “What’s up your ass? Volunteer work suck today?”
“Don’t remind me of it.” Of course it sucked. It’s always going to suck for as long as Dad thinks we deserve to suffer.
“Have a beer.” He taps the first keg, and before long, hands me a red cup topped with suds. “Forget about it for tonight.”
The thing is, I wish playing nice around a bunch of sick people was all I had on my mind tonight.
I feel like everybody’s looking at me. Like they all know. That’s impossible—there’s no way. It was a dream, that’s all. Maybe the most vivid dream I ever had.
So vivid, I woke up with my dick aching and dripping.
And with Emma’s face still fresh in my head. The way she was just before I woke up: on her knees in the elevator, with my hand on the back of her head so I could move her delicious, wet mouth up and down my shaft.
I have no idea where it came from. The closest she has ever come to my cock so far is when her knee hit my balls. The last thing she’d want to do is suck me off.
And maybe that’s where the dream came from. I was in control. Making her do things to me, setting the pace, surging in her mouth when she moaned around me.
She wanted it. She wanted it bad. Those big eyes staring straight through me while her tongue—
Yeah, I need to stop thinking about this right now. It’s bad enough I spent the day zoning out, seeing her looking up at me at the most random times. I’m already starting to twitch in my boxer briefs by the time we go into the house, which is filling with people. She is the last thing I need to think about tonight, or ever.
But there is plenty of warm, willing meat walking through the door who would be a good substitute. Obviously, jerking off this morning wasn’t enough to get that bizarre dream out of my system. Burying myself balls deep in a tight, hot pussy? That’s a different story.
For now, I’ll take my time, hanging out in the living room and surveying my choices for the night while my friends talk around me. “At least nobody puked on me today,” Preston grumbles. “So it wasn’t as bad, but I still wouldn’t recommend it or anything.”
“I don’t know. Maybe you would’ve deserved it a little bit if somebody did throw up on you.” Maya narrows her eyes at my brother from Tucker’s lap. “After what you did yesterday to that girl.”
“I feel sorry for her.” Elliana sits on the arm of the chair Carter is stretched out in. Like Maya, she doesn’t bother hiding her feelings, scowling at Preston. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around very long, but I feel like I should say that. She doesn’t have any friends around here, and now everybody knows she had her wig ripped off in class. You know how mean people can be.”
“Yes. He knows,” Maya murmurs loud enough for me to hear. Obviously, the guys are too scared of their women to speak up.
“It’s not that simple,” I argue, and of course, the girls roll their eyes.
“Like you wouldn’t defend your twin?” Wren asks with a soft laugh. “Come on.”
“The situation with her is different.” I don’t care that Preston can speak for himself. “No offense, but you don’t get it.”
“He’s right,” Preston agrees in a voice much darker than mine. He’s the one getting criticized, and it’s pissing him off. Call it a twin thing. I can sort of feel the tension cranking up like a coiled spring ready to pop. “You don’t.”
“Okay, fine.” She waves her beer, shrugging, and it’s the right thing to do. This isn’t the time for her to get all up in a crusade or whatever she thinks she’s doing. “Whatever you say.”
“This is supposed to be a party.” Carter stands, grabbing Elliana by the hand. “Let’s go be hosts or something. I already hear people jumping in the pool,” he adds. Sure enough, there’s some pretty loud splashing coming from the back of the house, along with cheers and squealing.
“I could use the excuse to cool off,” Tucker decides. Good. Maya needs to cool off a little, too.
And so do I, though the pool is not going to help what’s bothering me. One girl after another walks through the room, drinking, dancing to the music blaring from the sound system hooked up to the TV. Usually, jiggling asses and bouncing tits are two of my favorite diversions. Throw in a knowing smile, and I’m ready for anything.
Tonight, it feels kind of hollow. My heart’s not in it and every time I try to distract myself by paying attention to the girls, all I can see is Emma—or at least the Emma who existed in my dream, on her knees, at my mercy. The girl can ruin things without even being here. That’s gotta be some kind of gift.