Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Ari’s frozen on my lap, she’s still gripping me like she’s in complete shock.
Slowly I push her hand away.
She’s acting like her life is over.
But it’s Lucas, and I know he won’t say anything, not to mention nothing really happened, at least that’s what I say to myself as she slowly stands on wobbly feet, tucks her shirt back in, adjusts her hair, tucking it behind her ears and calmly walks past Lucas without a word.
I stay seated against the tree.
“So.” He still isn’t looking at me. “I’m not sure if I should apologize for interrupting what seemed to be a Twilight themed porno in the woods, or if I should smack you for being careless.”
I groan and bang my head back against the tree a few times. “It was an accident.”
Lucas bursts out laughing. “Your dick was literally in her hand, what? You just whipped it out to show her you had one? Yeah—no.”
I tuck myself back in, attempt to look presentable then try to stand. I’m so horny I’m ready to, well there’s a lot of things I’m ready to do, instead I try to take my last shreds of dignity with me and go stand by Lucas. “Don’t say anything.”
“Bro,” He hangs his head. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you do.” He curses under his breath. “Let’s get back to the bottom of the trail, try to think of anything but tits on the way down.”
“Bringing it up again doesn’t help, man.”
“Sorry.”
“You know for being so young.”
“Please stop talking.”
“Yup.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sookie
I don’t know what I did to deserve this painful hell I’m in now.
Like what the actual fuck did I ever do to anyone to be in this state? I’m in need. In goddamn need and I’m so wound up now, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the night. How much longer of this torture am I to endure?
People are talking to me.
They’re asking me questions.
I’m answering. But I’m not here. Or not really here for it, I should say.
Lucas asked me about a sandwich from some famous shop they brought in for kraft services, but I couldn’t tell you what the nature of his question was about. I just nodded and agreed with whatever he was saying—all because my thoughts were completely zeroed in on something else.
Or someone else to be clear.
I stand in the corner of the make-shift video village the team put together and try to get my thoughts in some kind of order. I need to come down from the high… the fucking exhilarating high she took me on, just touching her took me to. And I definitely need to stop thinking about her body.
Her nipples.
Fuck.
Her legs wrapped around my waist in the perfect position for me to just slip right…
Shit, I need to do something about this boner is what I need to do.
“Are you even on this planet, man?” Lucas asks me and stares at me with a great deal of pity. He shakes his head as if I’ve just been diagnosed with some incurable disease.
Come to think of it, Ari is kind of like that. I’ve been plagued by her for years and no matter what I do I can’t shake her.
“Where else would I be?” I ask him.
“Back up on that grassy knoll with your naked ass against the tree about to take the plunge with Ari and potentially get your ass kicked by her brother and ruin your whole life—everything you’ve ever worked for and possibly ruin ours too.”
Leave it to Lucas to sum it up nicely.
Before I can answer or at least try and defend myself, Rae shows up with some of the other guys for some shot the director thought he wanted, but then changed his mind about. I am convinced Director Simon thinks he’s making Gone with the Wind, or some Emmy award-winning television series—I don’t know who wants to break the news to him that this is the furthest thing from award-winning television—maybe the Razzies—but it’s not going to be me.
“How’d your date go?” Rae nods at me and brushes his hair from his face.
“Fine.” I shrug and try to act cool, like I wasn’t just making out with his sister or that my hands weren’t all over her body on places he probably wouldn’t approve of. No, he definitely wouldn’t approve.
“Just fine?” Rae asks.
“I kissed her,” I say pointedly.
Rae curses and shakes his head at me. I can only imagine what his response would be to finding out that I was just worshipping his sister’s naked body and imagining doing all sorts of other things to it and with her—and all the places I’ve imagined us being…
God, I need to stop thinking.
“Are you determined to go down in a ball of flames?”
“Maybe,” I shrug.
“Did you hit your head on something and not tell anyone?” Rae demands to know. “Like, do we need to take you to a doctor to get whatever is going on in there straight again?”