Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Nick nudges me with his elbow. “Yeah, Hale. Let Jada rub one out for you.”
“I’m fine,” I tell her, forcing a smile.
She waltzes off and I do allow myself to check out her ass. God, I’m a fucking prick. My phone buzzes and it’s like Amy has a sixth sense of anytime I even think about another girl.
Amy: Can you talk?
I type out my response with one hand and knock back a shot with the other.
Me: Studying. I’ll call you tomorrow.
Amy: I miss you.
My eyes lift to meet Jada’s blue ones as she leans forward to pour more tequila into my shot glass. Her big tits are all but spilling out of her shirt. Maybe I find myself attracted to Jada because she reminds me of a naughtier version of Amy. Blond hair. Big blue eyes. Tits that would make most men achingly hard over.
That’s it.
I just miss Amy.
“Thanks,” I grind out as I reply back to my girlfriend.
Me: I miss you too.
Emboldened by the liquor, I press her.
Me: Show me your tits, baby. I miss them too.
She sends me a bunch of wow-face emojis.
Amy: Don’t be a perv.
No pictures of her tits.
Me: Come see me.
Amy: I wish, but you know how my mom gets. I have to open the boutique tomorrow. When can you come back home?
“After my shift, a bunch of us are heading to the lake. Want to come with me?” Jada asks, her full lips turning up on one side.
My dick sure as hell wants to.
“He does,” Nick answers for me. “Just don’t tell his girlfriend.”
Jada smirks. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Amy: ??
Me: Spring Break in a couple of weeks. Headed to bed now.
I pocket my phone. “I guess I’ll go.”
This was a bad idea, but as we all sit around the bonfire laughing and cutting up, I can’t help but relax. Since Mom and Dad died so suddenly almost a month ago, I haven’t found many moments to enjoy. Baseball feels forced. School is a drag. My job with Mrs. Brass no longer keeps my interest. Even Amy gets on my nerves. So having a chick flirt with me and hold her own on baseball stats is kind of fun.
“We could get out of here,” Jada says, a playful smile tilting her lips.
“Last time we left the herd, I made out with you. I have a girlfriend.” The frustrated way I say those words is pathetic. It’s almost as though I wish I didn’t have a girlfriend, which is nonsense. I love Amy. I’m going to marry her one day.
Right?
My mom’s words echo in my head. It was almost as if she knew I’d reach this point. I wish she were here so I could talk to her about it.
“I heard about your parents,” Jada says. “I’m sorry.”
I jerk my head up to find her staring softly at me. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not, though. You have to be hurting.” She grabs my hand and squeezes it. “I like you and would love nothing more than to help you not hurt.”
My cock aches at her insinuation.
But then my phone buzzes in my pocket, reminding me once again I have someone back home.
Rylie: I can’t take this anymore.
Frowning, I tug my hand from Jada’s and reply to my sister.
Me: Take what?
Rylie: Aunt Becky! She’s a Nazi! I hate her.
God, she’s so fucking dramatic.
Me: You’ll live.
Ignoring my sister, I pocket my phone and rise from the log I was sitting on. Jada stands too. I can’t say the words, but it’s like she knows anyway. With my head down, staring at the leaves covering the earth, I walk to my truck. When I reach the door, I don’t get to open it before two slender arms wrap around my middle from behind. Jada’s fat tits press into my back and I close my eyes. Then, her palms roam south. She cups my erection through my jeans and I let her.
I fucking let her.
“Jada,” I growl. “I can’t do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Jada purrs as she turns my body.
I lean against my truck door as she pulls at my belt. My dick has thickened and throbs for attention. Amy and I had sex last time—once—when I was down for my parents’ funeral. It had been rushed and borderline angry on my part. And quite frankly, it was the best sex we’ve had in a long time. Even if I did make her cry.
“It was like you were mad at me.”
Guilt is rattling through me, knocking at every bone in my body. I should push Jada away and call Amy. That’s what girlfriends are for. You lean on them when shit in your life is overwhelming.
“It’s not about you. I’m just upset.”
A groan hisses from me when Jada releases my cock from my boxers. Fuck. I need to stop this. What about Amy?