Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Miranda said, “She likes you, Jasper. She was real sad she couldn’t be here.”
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You tell her I wanna see her as soon as she’s better.”
“Okay, I will.” Miranda tangled her fingers with Sutton’s. Damn, she worked quick.
“Can I get you a drink?” Sutton asked her.
“Nope. I’m staying sober tonight. But I do have some weed in my room. Let me make sure things stay calm out here, and then maybe the three of us can smoke a bowl.”
“Hell yeah,” Sutton said, bumping his fist with mine before pulling Miranda into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, and he grinned at me over her head.
We stayed in the main part of the house for about an hour, Sutton and me finishing our beers and Miranda going back and forth between checking on everyone at the party and attaching herself to Sutton’s side again. Jesus, they were gonna fuck and might start dating. Did she think that meant they were married?
Finally, she sneaked us up to her room, which was the only one on the third floor. Miranda’s parents had money, one of the only families in Ryland that did, really. Her family came from old tobacco or something.
I watched as she locked the door behind us. Sutton and I went over to sit on the bed. We didn’t smoke weed often, but it was fun to get high every once in a while. We’d each had a few beers, and I didn’t know about him, but I was feeling slightly buzzed, my skin hot and tingling in the best way.
Miranda pulled out a locked box she kept under her bed; inside was a pipe, and a little baggy of pot.
“You pack it.” She passed it to Sutton, and he did, while she sat down between us.
He lit the lighter for her, holding the flame over the weed as she inhaled. When she was done, he handed both to me, and I joked, “Not gonna light it for me too?”
He flipped me off. “You fucker.”
I laughed and took a hit, then Sutton did. We passed the pipe between the three of us a few times, the room smoky, the familiar skunky, earthy scent filling the air. When it was dusted, Sutton fell backward, lying on the mattress, his legs hanging over. “I’m so high.”
“Me too.” I joined him, even more tingly, little laughs building in my chest. I turned my head and looked at him, his whiskey gaze settling on me. Sutton smiled, and I did too. Miranda was still between us, but she was sitting up.
“Weed always makes me horny.” She giggled.
“Me too—oh fuck,” Sutton groaned, this deep, scratchy sound full of pleasure.
“What—oooh, shit,” I added when I felt Miranda’s hand on my cock, which immediately filled with blood.
Sutton’s eyes widened, and he mouthed, “Is she?”
I nodded, then risked a glance at her to see her right arm moving. Holy fuck, she was stroking both of us. We had all our clothes on, but still.
I had no idea what to do. Miranda was fucking hot, and I was hard as stone, but like…what did she expect? Did she want to have sex with both of us? Had she done this before? Could I share a girl with Sutton? Was that strange?
“I can’t believe I have Sutton Manning and Jasper Finch in my room. We need to celebrate your win, ya know?”
I moaned when she took her hand off my dick, watched as she rolled on top of Sutton, straddling him.
His hand went to her skirt-covered ass, rubbing her, looking up at her. “Fuck, you feel good,” he said.
Miranda giggled, then dropped her mouth to his. This was weird as fuck, and I knew I should get my ass out of the bed, leave this room, and never come back. Instead, I watched as they kissed, as Sutton pushed his tongue into her mouth and slid his hand up her skirt. Neither of us were virgins. I’d seen Sutton kiss a girl before, but I’d never been in the same bed with them, never watched him rut against someone, or seen how their tongues moved together, or the veins in his hand when he grabbed someone’s ass.
“I should, um…I should go.” My cock was throbbing. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so hard. Miranda was gorgeous, and I was horny, and of course watching two people together would turn anyone on. That was normal, right?
“You should stay. It’ll be fun.” She leaned over, still straddling Sutton, and kissed me. Our tongues tangled the way hers had just done with Sutton’s, and all I could think was he was there, right there in bed with us. Was he still touching her? Was his hand under her skirt? Was she wet, and could he feel it while she was kissing me?