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)
I climb into the passenger seat of Briggs’s truck and buckle myself, waiting as he gets into the driver’s side. The truck rumbles to life, and we pull out of the long driveway.
“How is our lit project coming? Heading for that A, I hope,” Briggs taunts.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I tell him. Not that I want to talk to him any other time.
“Are you going to give me the silent treatment for the rest of the drive?” He questions with a smirk, and I nod. “All right then,” he says before turning the rock music up to an annoyingly loud setting.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. Instead of letting him know my head hurts, I grind my teeth together and ignore the pounding against my skull.
We don’t talk for the rest of the drive, and before I know it, we’re pulling up in front of my crappy apartment complex. As soon as we park, I swing open the door to get out.
“Hey, little bird,” Briggs gets my attention.
“What?” I snap.
“This ride was paid for in full last night, but the next one will cost you again.”
“Prick,” I mumble under my breath before getting out and slamming the door behind me. I guess that’s all my virginity was worth to him, a fucking fifteen-minute ride in his truck.
16
BRIGGS
For the rest of the weekend, my mind is filled with the memories of Wren’s tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Even now, when I’m walking around the supermarket with Tia, I can’t seem to shake my obsession with my little bird.
“What kind of dessert are we going to get?” Tia asks from beside me, excited about our little shopping trip. We usually have the housekeeper stock our fridge and cook, but I needed to get Tia out of the house for a little bit.
“Whatever you want, nugget.”
“Mhhh.” She purses her little lips like she is thinking about it. “Ice cream?”
“Sounds good to me.”
I walk down the aisle, putting different kinds of cereal in the buggy, while trying to think about anything besides Wren squirming underneath me when I took her virginity. Her soft moans, or the way she was holding onto my arms like she wasn’t sure if to draw me closer or push me away. Fuck me, why can’t I stop thinking about that night? Because it was a wet dream come true.
Everything reminds me of her, even the store employee kneeling at the bottom of the shelf, restocking the Frosted Corn Flakes, looks like her. Her ridiculously long, brown hair hanging off to one side, revealing her delicate neck, her slender hands grabbing the boxes of cereal as she turns her face toward me. Fuck me. She doesn’t just look like Wren… it is her.
Excitement fills my veins in an instant, but nothing compares to the joy I feel when she looks at me, and her face falls into a deep frown. She sighs heavily before turning her head away, letting some strands of her hair fall over her face. Maybe she hopes I’ll just walk away. Not a chance.
“Hey, little bird,” I greet, giddy at seeing her here.
She doesn’t answer or even acknowledge my presence in any way.
“You know, it’s rude not to say hello back.” Tia to the rescue. I smirk at my sister’s snarky remark.
Wren turns her head to look at Tia. Her gaze flickers to her tiny hand engulfed in my much larger one. “Is this guy kidnapping you, little girl? Blink twice if you need help,” she jokes, making Tia giggle.
“You’re funny. Briggs is my brother,” she explains proudly, making my chest swell with mutual pride.
“Oh… I’m sorry,” Wren mumbles under her breath and continues to stock the shelf while still ignoring me.
I squeeze my sister’s hand to get her attention, then lean down and tell her, “Hey, nugget, why don’t you go ahead and find the ice cream section, pick whatever you want.”
“Can we get toppings too?”
“Sure, go look what they have,” I offer before Tia lets go of my hand and takes off down the aisle toward the freezer section. Once my sister disappears from view, I kneel down next to Wren. Lifting my hand, I wrap one of her strands of hair around my finger. “You are being very rude, not even greeting me after the amazing night we had together.”
“You mean when you sexually assaulted me?”
“Some harsh words for someone who came on my cock while moaning my name.”
“I didn’t moan your name,” she snaps, like she is so sure about it.
“Are you sure about that?” I feel like she did, or maybe it’s in my head. I was pretty high that tight. “Maybe we can have a redo of the night and see exactly what you were moaning about?”
“How about no,” she says, and I grab her wrist. She is so shocked by the contact, she drops the cereal box in her hand.