Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Maybe that’s where his home is.
Shrugging and putting the little rodent out of my mind, I head to the far side of the yard. I notice a beer is missing, and I’m guessing Tilden took it. The one I’d left in the chair’s cup holder is warm, so I pour it out. Cracking a cold one open, I settle into the chair and stare at the trees.
What’s Tilden doing on the other side of this copse? Did she go shower to wash away what I did to her? Did she touch herself the way I did in my shower?
Or could she be over there making voodoo dolls in my likeness so she can poke them with stick pins?
I’m betting the latter.
Leaning back, I stare into the canopy of leaves. Tilden’s the first woman I’ve touched since I let Darcy suck my cock. That occurred the night before the Columbus road trip, so it’s been a long, dry four months.
Not that I’ve been interested in anyone.
Darcy and her duplicitous ways killed that.
Well, and the plane crashed. It not only took away my opportunity to make things right, it took my friends.
Fury flushes through me, and I throw back a long swallow of beer. Then despair kicks in as I bemoan how unfair fate was to knock that plane from the sky before I could ease my conscience. Not only was I left with survivor’s guilt, but I’m completely awash in shame that I did my teammate wrong and couldn’t correct the situation.
I tried, though.
I fucking tried the very next morning. I had woken up and unfortunately could remember all the dirty details of what had happened—the mediocre blow job after Darcy told me she and Kyle had broken up, and worse, the clear memory of how I’d struggled with the decision. That even though they weren’t together, I still let her blow me knowing it was wrong. I made the wrong choice, and I wasn’t so drunk that I don’t remember battling with my morals.
In the bright light of day, I felt like shit in more ways than one. I was wrestling with guilt and a hangover, and on top of that, I had chills. A quick temperature check read a hundred and one.
I had to get to the airport because the team was leaving for Columbus, so I popped two Tylenol and hoped the fever would abate. I left early to get Kyle alone. I had to tell him what happened and beg his forgiveness. I’d tell him I was drunk, but I’d also accept responsibility, and I hoped his loyalty to me as his Titans brother ran deeper than whatever he felt for Darcy, who’d only been in his life a few weeks and who he admittedly wasn’t serious about.
The drive to the airport took forever. I was nervous about talking to Kyle, and I was feeling worse, from feverish hot flashes to wracking chills that made my teeth chatter. I was bathed in sweat by the time I pulled into the hangar, and my body ached all over. I wouldn’t be able to get on the plane without medical clearance, but that didn’t matter. I needed to talk to Kyle.
I grabbed my gear and headed for the private lounge. I was twenty feet away when, to my shock, Darcy came walking out. She was perfectly put together, hair glossy, makeup in place. She looked like she’d just walked off a fashion runway.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
She smiled at me impishly. “Dropping Kyle off.”
“Dropping Kyle off?” I hissed, taking her by the arm and walking her away from the building so no one could see us through the doors. “You told me last night you two were broken up.”
“And we were,” she said with a tiny pat on my chest. “But he called me after I left the party at your place, and we patched things up.”
“Did you go over there and suck his cock too?” I asked, feeling dizzy from the fever.
Darcy pouted at me. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not fucking jealous, you nutjob. I’m pointing out that you’re a tramp. You came on to me, and I would have never looked twice at you had you not told me you were broken up. Only to find out you’re not. Do you know what a fucking awkward position that puts me in with Kyle?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she replied breezily.
“Except he’s going to know. I came here early to get a moment with him.” My throat tickled, and I coughed into my arm. Shit. I was sick.
“You are most certainly not going to tell him,” she snarled, poking me in the chest with a long, fake nail.
I pushed her hand away. “I am going to tell him.”
She grabbed my wrist and implored. “Don’t. He’ll break up with me.”