Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I wonder how he managed to go from hating her to loving her.
It’s like he hears me thinking about him, his head snapping around, his eyes finding mine. “You all right?” he asks, looking me up and down. “You look like you have something up your ass.”
“You say the nicest things,” I retort, rolling my eyes and making Wren giggle.
“Why are you just sitting here?” Briggs waves an arm at everything around us. “There’s endless pussy here for you to sink into.”
When Wren wrinkles her nose and nudges him, he shrugs. “I’m not saying I’m interested in that. But I know he usually is.”
“Right. You’re just trying to be a good friend.” She shakes her hand disapprovingly but snuggles a little closer to him.
“What can I say? I’m a giver,” he tells her, grinning at me. I have to force it in return, so he doesn’t start asking deeper, more meaningful questions. Nobody wants to get meaningful at a party.
He’s not wrong, either. There is an abundance of perfectly willing pussy all around me. Plenty of opportunities to lose myself, to forget, to maybe relieve some of the burning anger that’s been eating at my insides all day. What the hell do I do with this feeling? It’s going to kill me if I don’t release it soon, I’m sure of it, because there is no damn way I can live with it eating my insides like acid.
Why does she hurt herself like that? What makes her think she has to?
My hand squeezes the empty beer bottle until my joints ache. Goddammit, I do not want to think about her. I need something else. Anything else.
Looking across the room, my gaze lands on the very willing, very obvious, Tiana. She’s wearing a tank top that barely covers her tits and a pair of shorts that hardly cover her ass. At least she’s got a decent body. Otherwise, it would be tragic to see her that way, shaking her shit around.
“Excuse me,” I mutter, standing, heading straight for her. I don’t really feel like having to work for it tonight. And she has already made it clear she’s interested. I don’t have any time to waste. I have to get a little relief. I sort of feel like my life might depend on it—or maybe the life of somebody else, since the way I’m feeling, I might start shit with any guy who accidentally looks at me.
“There you are.” She is all smiles when she turns to find me standing close to her. Her knowing gaze moves over me, her teeth scraping her bottom lip seductively. Suggestively. “I was wondering when you would come around.”
In full view of everyone around us, she cups my dick through my shorts and gives it a rub. “How about I take care of you? You seem so tense. There’s only one way to deal with that.”
“What did you have in mind?” I can do this with my eyes closed, without even thinking. Going through the motions. Knowing what the end result will be.
Her tongue slides between her lips before she leans in, this time using her tongue to graze my earlobe. “How about I suck you off? Would you like that?”
Something tells me I would. Especially with her being so eager. There’s nothing like getting head from somebody who really wants to give it. Maybe that will be enough. Maybe that will help me forget seeing those scars and knowing each one represents a moment when Maya didn’t see any way out but to hurt herself.
“That’s up to you, I guess,” I decide, letting her take me by the hand and lead me upstairs. Fuck this. I’m going to enjoy myself tonight.
All of the bedroom doors are locked, telling me we’re not the first ones to have this idea. “This will do,” Tiana decides, pulling me into the bathroom and immediately locking the door behind us. I guess it doesn’t matter if somebody has to use it at some point, there are plenty more in the house. That’s not my problem, anyway.
My problem is the girl in front of me, who backs me against the counter before rubbing her hands up and down my chest. I’ll go with it—if anything, I’m interested to see how she’ll do this. She’s been up my ass all night. Now that she has me, what is she going to do about it?
“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” she whispers, her eyes shining in the lights mounted over the mirror at my back. Her dark skin gleams, her lips parting so she can lick them again like she did downstairs. “I’m gonna treat your dick so good, baby.”
Enough with the descriptions. “Show me,” I grunt, taking her hand and placing it over me again. I’m starting to twitch, to swell, and that’s good. There’s nothing like a slow blow job to wipe a man’s mind free of everything that doesn’t matter.