Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I should think this over. I should consider the consequences of my actions, but with his body pressed up against me as he practically pins me to the wall, offering something I so desperately crave—getting to throw this all back in Peter’s face—I can’t deny him.
“I’m in,” I say, surrendering to this sexual spell he has me under, as so many other guys have done before me.
The way his lip curls into his dimple is sly, reminding me this isn’t a guy I can trust. I need to remember that. With a pretty face like his, it seems like something that’d be easy to forget.
He leans forward and kisses me again.
I figure he’s going along with our act, so I kiss him back, enjoying the taste of his mouth, the sensation of his flesh against mine. I nip at his lip again. I imagine him turning me around. Pulling my speedo down to my ankles. Pushing within me. He would be like an animal, biting at my ear as those skilled hands probed my body.
He pulls away, and I find myself leaning toward him, trying to make the experience last a little longer.
I notice how many people are looking at us now.
“Guess you did a good job convincing everyone,” I say.
He glances around, his eyes narrowing before he looks back at me. “I wasn’t trying to convince anyone of shit. That one was for fun.”
He grips my ass. “I got a few appointments I got to get to, so let’s ditch, and we can chat more later.”
“Works for me.”
As we walk side by side to the main house, his hand on my ass, I’m left wondering, What the mother-loving-fuck did I get myself into?
8
Travis
We exchanged numbers before I told Gary to meet me at my place at six. I want to confirm we’re on the same page with this whole fake relationship thing because while it’ll be fun to fuck with Peter’s head, this is actually extremely important to me.
Life changing.
Tilting my head to the right, I take my eyes off the steering wheel in front of me and look at the massive, white Colonial style house across the street. My brothers’ cars are parked out front, along with others I don’t recognize. It looks quiet from the front, but I know them. I know everyone is out back in Mom’s prized gardens she loves to show off so much. They’ll be drinking wine and chatting. The event will be catered, of course. Malcolm and Martin will play their parts perfectly, even though inside they’ll hate every fucking second of it.
The thought makes my skin feel too tight and my jaw go so tense it hurts. It’s bullshit, having to play a part like that. Having to be someone you’re not so people love you. Who the hell needs love if it’s conditional? I sure as shit don’t.
Still, I’m here, and I don’t want to let myself think about why that is. Instead, I grab the bouquet of flowers off the passenger seat and get out of the car.
The grass surrounding the custom walkway looks like synthetic turf, it’s so damn green. It’s not, of course, because Abigail Waller won’t be bested by anything, even if it is fucking grass.
Once I get to the porch, I set the bouquet down, with the unsigned card inside that simply says, Happy Birthday, before I put my sunglasses on, and then make my way back down the walkway again.
My whole body is buzzing—not the good kind either. Almost like I want to break out of my skin. I make it to my car, turn it on, and peel away from the curb. All of this because I ruined her idea of the perfect family, just because of who I like to fuck.
Speaking of fucking, I let my mind go back to Gary and the sexy little sounds he made when I kissed him. There was a second I thought he was going to climb me like a tree right there, and I would have let him. There’s a beast in there waiting to break free. Has he let him out before, or does he always keep himself locked away?
There’s a part of me that really wants to find out, wants to make him let loose, show me what that sexy ass of his can do. But even though I think he’s got a closeted, kinky freak living inside of him, I’m not sure if I should be the one to let him out to play. Would it be fun? Fuck yes, but Christ, he was with that prick for five years. Gotta admit that makes me want to run the other way. That sure as hell isn’t what I’m looking for.
The only thing I’m focused on right now is getting Steven to put up the money for me to get my place.