Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I stare at my friend.
“But that means you’ve been sleeping with him for a year now because you turned eighteen a while ago.”
Romy just smiles and shrugs knowingly.
“Yeah, pretty much. George and I can’t keep our hands off one another, so what can I say? He says that I’ve brought him new vitality, and he feels like he’s decades younger.”
At that, my mouth snaps shut because I was about to name Romy’s stepdad for what he is: a sick-o. But the fact is that George Richards is actually acknowledged as a desirable bachelor about town. He’s really good looking with thick black hair, blue eyes, and a body sculpted from marble. I know because Romy and I have been friends since junior high, and I’ve spent a lot of time by their pool. George is sometimes there with us in his board shorts, and he’s definitely fit and athletic.
But the other reason why I don’t want to judge is because my guardian, Stan, is another one of those insanely good-looking forty-something guys. It’s a long story. Basically, he and my mom, Serena, were friends from high school way back when. After my mom passed a couple years ago, Stan took me in. There wasn’t a big hullabaloo, nor did we go through any legal processes or anything like that. Instead, Stan asked if I needed a place to stay after the funeral, and seeing that our house was going to be sold by the bank, I nodded and moved in with him that very week. Then, I just stayed.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first because I thought the invitation was a temporary one. For the first few months, I genuinely thought that Stan would ask me to leave at any moment, and I was nervous because where would I go? Although Serena left me some money, I was hardly equipped to find suitable housing by myself.
But the older man never asked me to leave, and after those first few months, I began to relax. It was like being able to take a big breath for the first time in ages, and I was finally able to process my grief over my mom’s untimely passing from the big C. But Stan was there for me, and I appreciate the handsome attorney’s sympathy. Absolutely nothing happened between us, of course. I was merely a young girl trying to grapple with the loss of the most important person in my life, and my informal guardian was the rock that supported me.
But in the last year or so, something’s changed in the atmosphere at home. It’s not that Stan’s done anything inappropriate or anything like that, but the air feels charged with electricity when we’re both in the room. Not only that, but I’ve been noticing how gorgeous my guardian is. Stan’s one of those guys who despite having a desk job, still works out like a fiend. As a result, he’s tall and athletic, with broad shoulders, and a six pack that I’ve glanced on the occasional swim outing. Not only that, but his skin is the most delectable golden-brown, and I’ve dreamed of tracing my tongue along the ridges of his abs more than once.
But who am I kidding? This man is my mom’s old high school classmate, so he’s literally old enough to be my dad. In fact, we’re currently in a somewhat paternalistic relationship because Stan’s stepped in as my informal guardian, so it’s totally illicit and wrong. Still, I can’t help the way a shiver goes down my spine when I see those blue eyes looking at me, and I’ve swallowed hard a few times when Stan comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his trim waist.
Romy giggles and interrupts my thoughts then.
“So yeah, George and I are lovers now,” she declares airily. “Like I said, it’s been going on for over a year, and we’re going to make it official at some point. Just not before high school graduation,” she states.
I nod.
“Yeah, I think that would be smart. I can’t imagine what the parents at Fairlawn would say if they found out you were dating the man of the house.”
“Not just dating him, girlfriend, but sleeping with him!” Romy crows. “I sleep in George’s bed every night now, and it’s soooo fantastic, Piper. He gives it to me every night, and sometimes in the morning too. In fact, George is currently teaching me how to take his length in my marble peach, if you know what I mean.”
I stare at her, my jaw dropping open.
“No way.”
But Romy nods sassily.
“Oh yes way. Like I said, I’m with a man, right? He’s not a boy who’s afraid of bowels and anuses and stuff. If anything, George really likes to lick me back there to get me prepped, and it gets me incredibly turned on. You should try it some time,” she says with a wink. “It sounds dirty because it is, but it feels really incredible too.”