Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes, turning to leave, but he blocks my way.
“You didn’t, did you? How long has it been, Allie? Is that why you were touching yourself in the hot tub?”
Oh my God.
“That’s none of your business,” I say, feeling my face burning.
“I mean, you have had sex, right?” His eyebrows jump toward his hairline.
“I’ve had sex!” I yell, before remembering where I am and what time it is. Lowering my voice, I continue. “I have lots of sex.” Jesse smirks, like he doesn’t believe me. “Like…a lot. All the time.” Jesus Christ, why can’t I stop talking? You’re making it worse, Allison.
“So let’s have sex then. Right now. If you’re such a pro,” he challenges.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you, for starters.”
He chews on his lip for a minute before speaking again. “Liar.”
“And you couldn’t pay me to touch you after being with her.”
“You sure about that?”
I shake my head, annoyed. “You’re a lot more obnoxious than I remember.”
“And you’re a lot bitchier than I remember.”
“Manwhore,” I shoot back.
“Guilty.” His lips curve into that infuriating cocky grin of his. I snort, shaking my head before moving past him without saying another word.
This time he lets me go.
* * *
I SIT BACK ON THE couch, scrubbing a hand through my hair. When Allison left with that douchebag in the flannel instead of hanging out with me, I felt stupid as hell. I smoked a blunt and had a few beers before trashing the candy and shit I brought over. Lo and Dare came home around midnight, but Allison was still out. I was staring at that goddamn sucker she left on the table, brooding like a little bitch, when I got a text from Sierra. She’s been hitting me up since I’ve been back, but I never responded. I try to avoid her brand of crazy like the plague. Until tonight. You’d think she’d have moved on, considering that little mishap with her sister. Apparently, that only increases the appeal for her.
She pulled out all her best moves, doing the most to impress me. But all I could do was stare at that stupid fucking sucker taunting me from the coffee table. How Allison’s tongue licked at it, how her lips wrapped around it. Whatever Sierra was doing down on her knees wasn’t cutting it. Like an asshole, I told her to leave. She only sucked harder.
I leaned forward, grabbed Allie’s sucker, and stuck it in my mouth before leaning back on the couch, arms crossed behind my head as I closed my eyes, pretending it was her mouth around me. If I was solo, that thought alone would get me off, but this felt all wrong. It pissed me off, knowing that Allison had gotten into my head and under my skin enough to ruin a perfectly good blow job.
“What’s wrong?” Sierra asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when it was clear that something wasn’t working.
“I think we’re done here,” I said, feeling tired and high and nowhere near coming. My dick was hard, but it wasn’t for her.
“Let me help you,” she said, trying to sound coy as she pushed back on my shoulders and reached under her skirt to slide her panties to the side.
“I said we’re done here.”
Pride good and wounded, she righted her dress, swiped her purse off the floor, and stormed toward the door.
“You should see a doctor for that little issue,” she said.
“It’s not me. It’s you,” I said flatly.
She growled, flinging the door open, only to reveal Allison and her little hipster boyfriend out front. Allison’s face changed when she took in the scene in front of her. Her expression went from shocked to…hurt, if I wasn’t mistaken. It was subtle, but I saw it. I should have told her that it didn’t get that far. That she managed to cockblock me without even being here. But I was too busy relishing in the fact that she did want me on some level. She just needs a little push.
I hear the shower start above me, the water rushing through the pipes, interrupting my thoughts. I groan. This is torture. Pure fucking torture. The only girl I want, in this moment, is naked right upstairs. And I can’t have her. Probably not anytime soon, after tonight.
I feel my phone buzz somewhere underneath me, and I stick my hand in the crack between the cushions until it finds the cool, hard case of my phone. Turning it over in my palm, I see a text on my screen.
Tomorrow. 5741 East Baker Rd. 10P.M.
I clench my jaw, simultaneously hating being under someone’s thumb while itching for the thrill that’s sure to come. Plus, I could use the extra money. I punch out a reply.
I’m in.
As if I have a choice in the matter.