Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’m not a virgin anymore.
It just doesn’t seem possible, but it definitely happened. Just like one of those silly scenarios out of a porn movie, I got my frigging foot stuck in the couch, and instead of just helping me out, Blake came downstairs, took my clothes off, and then took so much more.
And my God was it incredible.
So maybe it wasn’t the ideal way to lose my v-card. Or one of the most romantic ways I’d pictured giving it away. But the heat level was off the charts, so much so that I had to pleasure myself yet again before I was able to fall asleep, and yet again when I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about Blake and just how sexy he was.
He’s been on my mind all morning, and no matter what I think about, I just can’t seem to shake him either. Which is a serious problem, considering the position he occupies in my family.
Step-brother…
I’m in some serious trouble. We both are if this gets out. We’re going to have to keep this from Carson and my mother, but that’s easier said than done as we’re sharing a house now. In a way, that’s better than if Blake had his own apartment, though, as I’d have to drive over there every time we wanted to hook up, making up excuses as to why I was going to see him, and that would do nothing but arouse suspicion. My mom and step-dad may think the best of us, but they’re not stupid.
I’m wrapped in a towel as I step out of the bathroom into my bedroom and freeze in place when I see Blake standing there beside my suitcase, which lies open on the floor.
“All fresh and clean?” he asks with a smile that makes me instantly want to melt. I’m already hot from the shower, but his handsome face makes me go even hotter inside.
“Blake, what are you doing in here!?” I hiss, doing my best to push him out the door. “They could see!”
“Eh, don’t worry about it,” he scoffs. “They’re down in the kitchen getting brunch ready.”
My heart is racing, but this explanation makes it slow a little bit. “Ah, yes.” I nod. “The famous Torres family Sunday brunch. Are you guys religious or something?”
Blake’s grin widens, and he moves in close. With one quick motion, he tugs at the edge of my towel, causing it to unravel, leaving me standing completely naked before him.
“Why? You worried about sinning in a household of saints?”
“Blake!” I gasp, reaching down and snatching a pair of panties from my suitcase and quickly slipping into them. What he said about our parents being downstairs preparing brunch may be true, but if either of them caught us in this situation, I don’t know what would happen, but it would not be good.
I’m panicking, slipping into a pair of jeans, while Blake is laughing and reaching at my breasts with both hands. A war is going on inside of me – a war between the dueling emotions of being turned on by Blake’s actions and the fear of being discovered by our parents.
Still, I can’t help giggling as I reach for a top I feel will be brunch appropriate and take a step back from him so I can slide into it.
What is it about this guy? I’m not just turned on; my heart is doing somersaults in my chest as I look back at him. I’m totally crushing on him right now, and that’s something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time. I’ve been so used to all those obnoxious high school boys trying to “rizz” me up, flirting like a bunch of children, doing their best to act like grown men and coming off even more like babies that I guess I forgot what it was like to actually have actual feelings for somebody.
I wonder if he feels the same way about me…
Or does he just think I’m a convenient place to stick his dick?
“You gotta learn to take it easy,” Blake chuckles. “Especially if we’re going to–”
“Hey, you two!” Carson’s voice suddenly rings out from downstairs, and I go stiff like every bone in my body is going to shatter if I make one single move. “You hungry or what? Get your butts down here!”
“Coming, Dad!” Blake calls back. He motions to me. I swallow hard, but it’s as if I’m frozen. Paralyzed. He pokes me just beneath the ribs, triggering a tickle reflex, which shakes me out of my stupor.
“Be right there!”
Blake tosses me a sly little wink as he passes me and slips out my bedroom door into the hall.
I can’t go downstairs right now. My heart is pounding louder than it ever has before in my life. I can feel it beating in my ears. My palms are sweating as I march back into the bathroom and place both hands on the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.