Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I pretend to take pictures of them.
Darlene’s expression is serious. She looks tired. Defeated.
She pulls the mic stand up.
“Thank you, Kendra, for that beautiful introduction. I’m here with my husband and son today. I brought them with me because I think it’s important for everyone to know and understand that what we’re talking about here today isn’t about a disease. It’s about families. It’s about those of us who are affected by these tragedies…”
She launches into her speech. Mark scans the room, and as I lower the camera, he sees me. He presses his lips together, as though he’s having to restrain himself from saying anything to give us away.
I shrug innocently enough, and he smirks—a smirk that assures me he’s happy I’m here.
His mother’s speech intensifies, her words clearly striking a chord with the audience as she becomes more impassioned. “But when you’re standing over your dying child, wondering if they’re going to make it to the next day, then you’ll know what it’s like to truly be afraid. Don’t let this happen to your child. Or anyone’s child. Stand up today for empowering our future. Stand up today so we can support the scientists who are looking to the future for solutions in times when all we seem to have are problems.”
She raises her fist. She appears determined—powerful. Such a far cry from how she walked out here. And now I realize I was duped. This whole thing has been little more than a performance to gain favor with the audience, who’s now erupting with applause. They rise from their chairs in celebration. Mark doesn’t appear all that pleased or impressed with his mother’s talent for moving the group. He has to be used to that by now.
The host of the event returns and invites everyone to enjoy the refreshments.
Darlene mingles as Mark makes his way around the projector screen, glancing at me, as if to say, “Get back here.”
But I know we won’t be talking.
I obey the implied request, heading behind the screen, through a doorway that leads into a room behind the auditorium.
Mark leans against the wall beside the door, hands in his blazer pockets.
Considering the speech his mom gave, I feel like crap for crashing the fundraiser and thinking I deserved to get some action tonight.
I know he’s bothered about his sister. I can see it all over his fucking adorable face.
And I know he’s wishing he didn’t have to play a pawn in her act.
“Sorry,” I say. “I had this stupid idea that—”
He comes at me, and before I know it, I’m in his embrace, his lips on mine, leaving me confused as hell.
He pushes me back to the wall on the other side of the doorway.
Opening his mouth, he slides his tongue past my lips as he grips my ass with one hand.
“Someone…might come…back here,” I say between kisses.
“They can deal with it.”
He breaks away for a moment and shuts the door, turning the lock on the knob. He attacks me again with kisses.
He reaches into my back pocket for the condom and lube I brought with me.
He smiles like he’s relieved to know they’re on me and that he knew me well enough to know exactly where they’d be. Unfastening my belt and undoing my button, he doesn’t even bother unzipping my pants before yanking them down. He rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth and then rolls the condom on my cock.
While he’s rolling it on with one hand, he puts the lube packet to his mouth and rips it just as he did the condom wrapper. He pours the lube into his mouth and then takes my cock into his mouth, discarding the packet on the floor beside him.
While he sucks on me, he makes quick with undoing his pants. He pulls my cock out of his mouth and rises, sliding his pants down to his ankles. He spins around, throws himself up against the wall, and kicks his shoes off. Then he steps out of the legs of his pants, moving them aside with his foot.
“Hurry before we get caught,” he says, though he doesn’t sound like that would be such a terrible thing to him. In fact, I think he wants that to happen. That some sadistic part of himself wants to ruin his mother’s career and image. Like he feels about the videos.
With him in this frenzied state—so desperate, needing my cock—I’m hard as ever.
He throws off his blazer.
His ass is exposed just beneath the tail of his shirt.
I hurry behind him, squat slightly, and push into him. His hole is tight, but inviting. He curls his fingers as he takes me, moaning with pleasure, but not loud enough for anyone outside to hear.
“Wreck me, Tim,” he says. “I need it tonight. More than ever.”
He stands on his toes as I enter him, resting my hand on his hip as I listen to his body, making my way cautiously within, allowing him to ease into it.