Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
While her cup is behind Maya’s back, Tyler takes the opportunity to drop something into her cup. She doesn’t notice and before I can get up from my seat, I see Wren take a big sip of whatever is in her cup.
Not thinking about what I’m doing, I get up on my feet. My legs move on their own as I cross the room to where Wren is standing, drinking her spiked drink. She doesn’t see me coming.
“I think you’ve had enough of that,” I say, grabbing the drink from her hand roughly.
“What the…” Her words get stuck in her throat when she looks up at me and recognition sets in. Her lips turn into a frown.
“You didn’t think you could come here and have fun without me, did you?”
“I figured you were done stalking me,” she slurs a little. Now that I’m closer, I can see how glassy her eyes are. She is drunk.
“How much did you have to drink? And if you say none of your business, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your ass in front of everybody.”
Her eyes go wide, and she knows I’m not joking.
“Four or five,” she tells me, chewing on her plump bottom lip while swaying a little on her feet. Yeah, she is definitely drunk.
I look over her shoulder to where Tyler is nervously staring at me, clutching his beer bottle like his life depends on it. I wave him over.
“What’s up, man?” he greets me with a shaking voice. “I didn’t know you knew each other.” He tries to defend himself, knowing he fucked up.
“I’m going to use your bedroom,” I announce.
“Yes! Of course.” Tyler sounds relieved. “Up the stairs, second room on the right. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I think you’ve done enough,” I answer with a smirk, letting him know I saw what he did. He gulps.
I turn my attention back to Wren, who is looking at me with terror in her pale baby blues. “I’m not going upstairs with you.” I hand the red solo cup to Tyler before grabbing Wren around her waist and lifting her up. She yelps as I throw her over my shoulder. “Let me down!”
“Hey!” Maya appears in front of me, her arms folded in front of her chest. “Let her down,” she orders me, and I’m impressed by how brave she is.
I’m about to tell her to fuck off when Tucker swoops in and grabs her arm, pulling her out of my way. Her face turns pale, and her vigor leaves her body. She knows she is in trouble now.
Wren is bringing her tiny fists down on my back as I carry her up the stairs and to the bedroom. Once inside, I lock the door behind us and let her down. She brushes some long strands of hair from her face and pulls down the hem of her dress where it was riding up.
“Everyone just saw my ass,” she slurs, and I almost laugh.
“What?”
“The way you were carrying me flashed my ass to everyone.” That’s what she is worried about? That her dress rode up as I carried her, not that I have her alone in a locked room.
“Maybe you should have worn something less revealing. Were you trying to get fucked?”
“What? No! It’s just a dress.”
“Mhhh… I think you wanted some cock tonight. That’s what you came here for,” I accuse.
“No! That’s not true.” She hugs her stomach like she suddenly feels exposed and is trying to hide herself. “I came here to get away from you, not for sex.”
“Don’t worry, you can still have some dick tonight. It just won’t be Tyler’s.” I take a step toward her, and she takes a bigger, wobbly step back.
“I’m not giving you another blow job.”
“I didn’t ask for a BJ.” Although I enjoyed her mouth very much, I’m ready for something more.
“I’m not sleeping with you either.”
“Are you sure about that?” She shudders at my words. “What are you going to do to stop me? If you fight, it will just be worse for you… and better for me.”
Finally, realization sets in. She glances toward the door as if she is thinking about making a run for it. I shake my head at her. Fear swirls in her big blue eyes, and my cock is now at full attention.
“I’ll go to the police,” she threatens, making me smile wider.
“My word against yours. Who do you think will win that?” She knows I’m right. I can see the anguish in her face.
“You’re sick,” she whispers in defeat.
“I know. Now, why don’t you start by getting out of that dress?”
“No.” She shakes her head, taking another step back until her ass bumps against the bed frame. Her hand suddenly flies up to cover her mouth. “I don’t feel so good,” she whines.