Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I take another swig of the bourbon, feeling it burn its trail down my throat and into my gut. The sensation does nothing to warm me. Instead, it just serves as a bitter reminder of the journey we’ve all been on.
I cast my mind back. River’s dark gaze. Jake’s crooked smile. Alex’s intelligent eyes. Brett’s confident swagger. We were just boys playing a dangerous game. A game that cost us more than we ever thought possible.
I finish my bourbon, go back into my bedroom, and lie down.
Everything went off without a hitch that fateful night.
It was the next day when it all came crashing down.
EPISODE 141
ANOTHER ONE FALLS IN LOVE
Brett
Misty’s damned good at giving head. I close my eyes as warm water pounds onto me and I let her work those talented lips and tongue of hers.
Funny. As much as I loved Jake, I never imagined giving him head. I imagined holding him, kissing him, letting him give me head. He’s the only guy I’ve ever felt that way about. It’s easy to imagine that it’s him instead of Misty sucking my dick.
I open my eyes, though.
Because it’s not Jake. It’s Misty. His half-sister.
And yes, I believe she is his half-sister. At first I thought I imagined the similarities because I wanted some piece of Jake to be preserved. But it’s not my imagination, and I know Riv sees it too.
I can’t go through with this. Misty isn’t Jake. And to be frank? If I’m honest with myself, the woman I felt the most for was Sienna.
Sienna Costello, who’s in love with someone else. Hung up on her ex, who did the stupidest thing in the world by cheating on her and letting her go. Our date last night was pure heat, but it was the kiss we shared on the beach this morning that sent my heart into a frenzy. A frenzy that left me wanting more, yet utterly confounded by the complexity of what I was feeling.
I thought it was because I was thinking about Jake, but now I realize it was something more.
Sienna, with amber eyes that seem to carry an entire ocean of sorrow and resilience. Her hair, a cascade of warm toffee waves. The morning sun painted her in a glow of gold, making her look as ethereal as the first light of dawn.
I wasn’t kissing a ghost, as I thought I was.
I was kissing Sienna...
And then, in the limo...
I wish she were the one sucking my cock right now. She’s just as good as Misty, and I...
I have feelings for her.
I’ve had her on my mind since the interlude in the limo, and my God... All those years of pining for Jake, never letting myself fall in love with anyone else...and I think that hot attorney has captured my heart.
It was easy to tell myself it was nothing. That she and I were both kissing ghosts, both hung up on someone else. But the truth of the matter is that Jake has been gone for twenty years...and he probably wouldn’t have returned my feelings anyway.
And now Sienna’s gone...
Back to Leroy, the man she still loves.
I pull my dick out of Misty’s mouth.
She looks up at me. “You all right?” she asks.
I nod. “I’m good. Let’s just finish our shower and then we’ll talk.”
She gives a short pout, but then she rises and stands in front of me, droplets of water meandering down her gorgeous body.
“It’s not right, is it?” she says.
I smile and move the hair out of her eyes, noticing that cowlick she shares with Jake. Lisa must have had the same one, but I never noticed. “No, Misty. It’s not. But that’s okay. I’m still going to help you find out more about where you came from.”
She grabs the bottle of shampoo, and we wash each other’s hair. We’re still naked, and I’m still erect—I mean, she’s beautiful, and I’m only human—but it’s more like two good friends helping each other through a difficult time, if that makes any sense at all.
We leave the warmth of the shower, our bodies wrapped in fluffy white towels, and I find odd comfort in the mundane ritual of drying off. Misty squeezes the water out of her long hair. I hand her my brush.
“Is there someone else?” she asks. “One of the other women?”
“I didn’t think there was,” I say. “But I was lying to myself. I was hoping it would be you, Misty.”
“All the while I was hoping for River.”
I nod.
“Why did you want it to be me?”
I sigh. “I’ll tell you once I get to know you better.”
“Can you at least tell me who you have feelings for?”
I can do that. I owe her that much. I hand her a robe. “Here. I don’t want you to have to put those wet clothes back on. I’ll walk you up to your suite, and I’ll tell you.”