Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Well, it looks like somebody’s got a bug up his butt,” Annabelle murmurs, coming up to stand beside me. I’m not sure where she was during the altercation with the workers—in the corner, maybe, keeping out of the action. Not that I blame her.
“Yeah, I don’t know what his problem is,” I remark, frowning.
“He’s probably mad that your big brother had the guts to come rescue you when he was too scared to do it,” she remarks, giving a disdainful sniff. “I always said you were too good for him.”
“Now Annie, don’t be mean!” I say, frowning at her. But inside, I can’t help secretly agreeing with her. Even if he thought he might get his ass handed to him, Charles should have said something to defend me!
“Well, I guess we better get back to it,” Annabelle says. “But you let your brother know I thought what he did was amazing. Not to mention freaking hot.” She fans herself with one hand and I laugh and nudge her with my elbow. But I have to admit, she’s right. Kane was so masterful just now and yes, I guess that is hot. Or it would be if he wasn’t my big brother.
Anyway, it’s time to get back to work. I push the confusing feelings I have away and go check on my tables. I’m sure everything is going to be just fine.
15
CONNOR
“Ugh, I’m beat!” Sunny sighs as we walk into her house. “It’s good to be home.”
I have to agree with her. After a full day of work, the two of us went out shopping. She helped me pick out clothes she liked on me, sending me into the dressing room multiple times to try things on.
I’m not much of a shopper usually, but I humored her because I loved the look on her face when she found something she really liked on me. Plus, it feels good to have new clothes, even if they’re cheap ones from a discount store.
I didn’t buy a whole lot—it’s hard to find my size outside of a big and tall men’s store and they don’t have anything like that in Singing Rock. But I have enough that I won’t have to wear the same thing two days in a row, so that’s good.
I also bought a pair of long pajama bottoms to sleep in but no tops—I’m always too hot unless I sleep shirtless.
“I need a shower and I’m sure you want one too,” Sunny says to me. “Why don’t you take the first one and I’ll make us some movie snacks? Then I’ll grab a shower while you find us something to watch.”
We’ve been together all day, but I don’t mind spending more time with her. In fact, I love it. She’s so much fun to be around—her smile lights up the room wherever she goes and she gets so excited about little things. Like when we finally found a pair or jeans that fit me right and she gave me a big hug.
It makes me think of how she’d hugged me that morning, after she showed me her breasts and told me she wasn’t mad at me for looking. I think the feeling of her full, soft breasts pressing against my abs is burned into my brain forever.
I try not to wonder if there might be anything else like that on the menu for tonight. We already had dinner—fast food while we were out shopping. But I find I’m hungry for something else now.
Something that my “baby sister” cannot provide, I remind myself sternly as I head into the bathroom. Sunny still thinks I’m her big brother—there can’t be anything between us.
I take a quick shower and pull on my new sleep trousers. They’re made of soft gray cotton that feels good against my skin. I’m not wearing my boxer-briefs (I got a whole new pack of them) because I generally don’t sleep in my underwear. I just hope that Sunny doesn’t start cuddling up to me tonight—I’m afraid having a hard-on in these sleep pants would be a lot more obvious even than the tight jeans I had on last night.
I brush my teeth, (I bought a toothbrush and toothpaste and shampoo and soap too,) and go out to the living room.
Sunny has her back to me, doing something to the couch cushions.
“I’m out,” I say. “Shower’s all yours.”
“Oh good! I’ll just—” She turns as she’s talking and her words cut off abruptly. Her eyes go wide as she looks me up and down.
“What?” I look down at myself. I’m bare-chested and wearing just the gray sleep trousers. My hair is still wet and there’s water beading on my shoulders and chest. “Is there a problem?” I ask her.
“Uh, no. No problem at all.” She smiles a little too brightly. “I’ll just run in and take a shower myself. “Um, I hope you like popcorn—I’m making some in the microwave,” she adds.