Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Idiot.
Who the fuck does this shit?
I inhale the scent that somehow smells fruity like her shampoo. Because I’m foolish and clearly have no sense, I lie down in her bed.
Don’t do it.
Get up and leave.
And yet, I reach over to hunt down the vibrator she used. It smells like her and is still sticky. I shove my shorts and boxers down, freeing my aching cock.
This is fucked up.
Leave, man.
I press the vibrator against the side of my cock and wrap her panties around both of them so tight I groan in pain.
“Emma, what the hell are you doing to me?”
My words are cut off the second I turn the vibrator on. It pulses deliciously against my cock. I close my eyes and imagine her sliding it inside her body. With each rippling vibration, my nuts tighten more and more until I’m on the cusp of coming.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur. “I need inside you.”
She’s not here. Not even close. My cock doesn’t care. We’re fucking pretending and it’s the best damn day of my life.
I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face into her pillow. Then, I roughly fuck her bed with her vibrator tied to my cock. It’s easy to imagine she’s pinned beneath me as I drive into her.
“You’re going to come all over my cock like a good girl,” I groan into the pillow, voice muffled and breathless. “Beg for it.”
Of course no one begs.
All that can be heard is the sound of her headboard hitting the wall, the vibrator, and me grunting.
I’m a sick fuck.
I come without warning, shooting thick cum all over her silky sheets. I don’t stop and try to avoid the mess, instead, sliding my vibrating dick through the slick, spent cum until I’m boneless.
After a moment and I catch my breath, guilt trickles in, prickling me all over from the inside out.
I’m going to need to clean this mess up.
I roll off the bed and rise to my feet. I look fucking ridiculous with her panties strangling my cock and her vibrator. It takes some struggling, but I manage to free them. The vibrator hits the floor and rolls under her bed. I’m about to drop to the ground to snatch it when I hear a voice.
No fucking way.
I shove her cum-soaked panties into my pocket and drag my shorts up over my sticky cock. Quickly, I toss the covers over the mess I made and then jerkily stumble out of her room. I’ve barely made it to the landing when I see Amara staring up at me.
“What are you doing here?” I rasp out, heart thundering in my chest. “I thought you had work.”
She covers her face with her palms and bursts into tears.
For fuck’s sake.
I head down the stairs, fully aware of my situation beneath my shorts, as I attempt to figure out what the hell is going on with Amara.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, unable to look her in the eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She cries harder. “Reid, you just broke up with me.”
“You rushed home because of that?”
She sniffles, pulling her hands from her face. “I’m trying to save us. For Emma.”
Now that I’ve made my decision about me and Amara, I’m starting to see what Cole and Brayden don’t like about her. Something that I’d never really noticed before is suddenly so obvious.
She’s manipulative.
“Emma has nothing to do with this,” I grunt out. “It’s us. Just us. Again, you can stay in my room, but I think it’s best if you look for someplace else to go.”
Her head moves from side to side, red eyes wide with horror. “Where Reid? Do you want us in some shithole? I can’t afford a place like this, and you know that.”
I scrub my palm over my face and smell Emma’s pussy. Idiot. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I try not to clutch onto her panties. “Emma can stay. You know I won’t do that to her.”
She sneers at me. Amara has always been beautiful, but right now she’s ugly. Meanness glints in her harsh glare. “Oh, you’d like that, huh? She’s a child, Reid.”
If she meant to kick me in the proverbial balls, it worked. I’m stunned and unable to breathe. “W-What?”
“You’re a man. You’re all the same. I see how you look at her.”
That’s a fucking lie because she’s never home.
“You’re being a bitch, Amara,” I snap, no longer interested in coddling this woman. “First of all, Emma is eighteen. Second of all, I’m not touching your daughter.”
Yet.
And surely the thumb in her mouth thing doesn’t count.
The fucking her vibrator, underwear, and bed, certainly don’t count as “touching.”
Amara dries her tears. “She’ll go with me. I’m working on something to get us the hell out of here.”
“Where?”
“The good side of town.” She flashes me another cruel grin. “But you’ve never been over there, have you?”