Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
One day, when I watched them from a distance as they shared a laugh over something Marnie said, I felt a pang of jealousy that twisted my stomach into knots. It was an alien feeling that left me with a disgusting taste in my mouth. I swallowed it down, reminded myself of how much Jake means to me, and told myself that his happiness should be my happiness.
I keep the love buried deep within my heart where no one else can see. I wear the mask I’ve become accustomed to, letting myself only be vulnerable to one person. River. But even he doesn’t know my true feelings for Jake.
And he never will.
I have to be at my best as the five of us walk down this path from which we can never return.
The fifteen minutes we must wait to make sure River’s injection of the ketamine into Old Man Larson takes effect seem like an eternity.
Beside me, Sebastian and Alex are rigid.
And Jake?
All I want to do is take him into my arms and tell him this will all be okay. That I’m doing this for him as much as for me.
Seb nudges me out of my fantasy. “It’s time.”
Jake no longer exists for me then. He can’t. I need to be focused and without emotion. This will happen without fail. I’ll make sure of it.
Present Day…
I don’t think Misty’s a psychopath. And I believe her claim. I believe she’s Jake’s half-sister.
But maybe I just want to believe it. Maybe I look at her as another chance with Jake.
Jake didn’t deserve his fate. Neither did Marnie.
And if I’m honest with myself?
Neither did Old Man Larson.
Sure, we thought he did at the time, but we were kids. Fucking kids.
Man, I’d do so much differently if I could go back in time.
But I can’t.
I stopped playing that game years ago, so I stop my mind from going there now.
I look at River. His chiseled features are rigid and tense. He—for some unknown reason—is who Misty set her sight on. Yet she chose me for her private date. Which begs the question…
Why?
Does she know something more than she’s letting on? According to Riv, she knows about her half-brother, knows he was the same age as the guys and I are. Does she know his name was Jacob Alexander Patterson, and that he was the most amazing person in the world?
Seb nudges me. “Earth to Brett.”
I jerk back to reality. “Yeah?”
“So Rachel and Ginger aren’t coming back. What about Sienna?”
EPISODE 128
LONELINESS
Ariel
“That’s it, Ariel,” Marc says against my neck as he thrusts. “You come for us. For both of us. You’re going to come all night for us.”
His statement sounds less more a vow, one that sends another surge of electricity through my already spent body.
I grasp Marc’s strong arms, digging my fingers into the hard muscles. I arch my back when he hits an incredibly sensitive spot, and I cry out. I’m not sure what I say. All I know is I’m more aroused than a tomcat chasing tail on a hot summer night…and I’ve already had two orgasms. Zion is teasing my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
A third climax hits me out of the blue, and I soar to the clouds again. Zion clamps his lips onto mine, muffling the scream that rips from my throat at the sheer pleasure sweeping through my body. Marc continues to drive into me until I feel his muscles tense.
“Jesus,” he growls. “I’m going to…”
And then he goes rigid, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself with each powerful thrust.
It takes a while for us to come down from our shared high. We catch our breath in silence, panting and sweating. Marc slowly pulls out of me with a soft groan. Zion releases my mouth, but he keeps an arm around my waist, holding me tight against him as I sway.
We stand there for a while, the three of us locked in this intimate moment. I’m strangely comfortable. The heat of their bodies against mine, the lingering scent of sex and sweat and satisfaction… It’s more intoxicating than Granddaddy’s moonshine—not that I’d know. It always tasted like cough medicine to me. Mama says it packs a wallop though.
“That was incredible,” Zion murmurs into my ear.
Marc leans into me from behind and presses a soft kiss against the curve of my shoulder. “Amazing,” he agrees.
A rush of warmth fills me even as my heart stampedes wildly as the reality of what just happened settles into my brain.
Two men.
Two men!
Seems threesomes are fine with me as long as I’m the only woman.
“You’re the hottest little fuck I’ve had in a long time,” Zion says with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he slips his hand down to trace the curve of my hip.
Marc chuckles and traces a lazy path up my spine. “I’d say hot is too tame a word.”