Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Tap out.”
“What?” he grunts as Slade laughs. “No. I’m a man. I’m not going to tap out. Tapping out is for little bitches with pin-dicks.”
“Have it your way,” I tell him, tightening my hold around his head and using my free hand to dig my fingers in under his ribs.
He squeals out again. “Okay, okay, okay,” he says with a pout. “I’ll fucking tap, just get off me.”
“My pleasure,” I tell him, refraining from commenting how guys who tap have pin-dicks. I don’t think throwing his own words back at him would be appreciated.
Just as he promises, Damian taps against my arm and being the good little girl that I am, I uncurl my arm from around his head and untangle my legs, letting him take a well-needed deep breath. I slide down his body and he catches my waist to make sure I don’t fall, but as I get down and look up at him, there’s a darkness within, warning me to sleep with both eyes open. That darkness only triples as he shoves his hand down the back of his pants and picks his boxers out of his ass crack.
Pride surges through me as I drop down onto the court. I really needed that.
As I lean back onto my hands, I meet Slade’s eyes. He’s busy bouncing the ball beneath his legs but to be honest, I don’t think he realizes that he’s doing it. He smiles and the butterflies take flight, mixing up all that dread the video caused until all that’s left is contentment.
As if sensing that change within me, something lightens in the way he holds his body. He doesn’t like me upset and hurting and today was a direct attack that set him off. His eyes soften and for a moment, I’m wondering if what I’m feeling is something much, much deeper.
Blake scoops the forgotten ball that’s rolled under the bench and starts making his way onto the court. He starts bouncing it and just to be an ass, he bounces it as close to me as physically possible.
I’m just about to teach him a lesson when Damian drops down beside Slade and pulls out his phone. He’s looking down at something, completely distracted. “You know,” he says, keeping his gaze downcast. “This video could have been much worse. You could have had your ass up in the air and your tits bouncing around.”
“The fuck?” Slade snaps, looking down at his phone and snatching it right out of his hands as Blake groans with the image Damian has just happily supplied for him. “Why the hell do you still have this?”
Damian shrugs as Slade gets busy deleting the video. “Hey. I’m in that video too,” he says, trying to defend himself. “I wanted to have it for safekeeping. You know, that might be the only porn that I’m ever involved in.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s bullshit and you know it. I’m willing to bet every last thing I have that you’ve got hundreds of sex tapes.”
Damian sucks in a breath, pretending to be outraged by my crass assumption, but Slade cuts him off. “You can’t deny it, man. You show me them at least once a week.”
A devilish grin spreads across Damian’s face. “What can I say? I’m proud of my work.”
“You’re so freaking gross,” I say, scrunching up my face in disgust. “Please tell me those girls knew you were filming them.”
“Of course they did,” he rushes out. “Half of them even suggested it. Every chick around here is chasing fame and if Kim K can get famous with a sex tape, then they think they can too. Besides, you know these girls, the second the camera is on them, they turn from a lousy fuck into porn stars who are all about putting on a show. It’s fucking awesome.”
I shake my head and look across at Slade. “Just for the record, I’ll never let you film me.”
“No problem there, babe. I wouldn’t want to risk something like that getting into the wrong hands. What you’ve got on offer is for my eyes only.”
“Okay, seriously?” Blake grunts as he shoots the ball through the hoop. “Can you guys stop talking about my sister in the sack? It’s fucking weird.”
Slade grins and I realize that tormenting my little brother is something he’s going to really enjoy, hopefully for a long time to come.
“You know,” Damian murmurs low, making me wonder if he’s talking to himself or us all. “I’m kind of bummed our three-way wasn’t included. That shit was hot.”
“THE FUCK?” Blake roars, storming toward Damian.
Aw, shit.
“Seriously?” I shriek, glaring at Damian as Slade laughs, more than entertained. “You really had to go and say that in front of my little brother?”
“Sorry,” Damian says with a cringe. “I hear him speaking but I just keep forgetting that he’s here.”