Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“I cannot wait to get my cock messy with that glitter shit,” I say, reaching forward to pinch her ass.
My angel glances at me, a devilish grin on her face. “You’re so bad.”
“It’s literally my only job in life, MiMi. To be bad. Devil and all.”
We make it inside the packed party house, immediately swarmed by people. Drew lingers by me while Mia gets attacked by Sasha, who wears a skanky nerd costume complete with black-rimmed glasses. I find it funny that her attempt to be a nerd is a failed one. Mia rocks her nerd outfit every day and looks hot as shit too without having to show one quarter of the skin Sasha does. Brayden gets hauled away by a group of big, beefy dudes.
“Stop being so tense, man,” I say, nudging Drew. “You really do put off serial killer vibes right now.”
He snorts out a laugh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Let’s make fun of people instead. Like Sasha. What the fuck does Mia see in this girl? I would rather my girlfriend not enroll in the Stepford Wives program.”
“A lot of the girls here are like that. Mia’s just special and different. She’s not going to ever try to be like Sasha,” Drew says. “Mia’s smarter than that.”
“Oh fucking great,” I grumble, turning to face Drew so I don’t have to see that dickhead Travis. “Douchebag in a cowboy costume twelve o’clock.”
Drew steps closer, peering over my shoulder past me, looking creepy and intense in his Jason mask. Okay, so maybe it suits him, but I still prefer the Chippendale version better.
“He’s coming this way,” Drew warns.
“Because he’d recognize this ass from a mile away,” I grumble.
“It’s a remarkable ass,” Drew says, chuckling.
Our eyes meet for a second and Drew’s intense blues burn into me. I’m forced to remember things between us that I’ve kept a pretty good damn lid on since I’ve been with Mia. Flashes of us kissing. In my bed. On the couch. Touching, grunting, rutting. Cum. Hot cum.
“Fuck,” I curse, annoyed that I’d even go there mentally when I have Mia. “I’m going to grab my girl and dance. You coming?” I break my gaze from his penetrating one and seek out my girlfriend. My super-hot girlfriend. My girlfriend I’m loyal to and love more than anyone in the world.
I find Mia locked in an uncomfortable conversation with Sasha and her bitch squad. Sneaking up behind my girl, I wrap my arms around her and playfully grab her tits.
“Want to dance, angel?”
Sasha’s mean girl glare is in place, but she cracks a grin at seeing my face, then turns purple trying to hide it. “We were discussing the sorority chapter, responsibilities, and obligations for the sisters and—”
“Sorry, all I heard was blah, blah, blah, boring shit, blah, blah, blah and then I fell asleep. Come on, MiMi, let’s dance so I can wake up.” I ignore Sasha’s heated glare as I haul Mia over to where people are dancing. Some Lizzo is playing, which feels like an appropriate song to grind to.
I pull my angel against me, my palms settling on her ass, and dance with her, my eyes locked on hers. She grins, her dark eyes glittering in the blinking party lights.
“The devil’s going to fuck the innocence right out of you, angel,” I tease, dropping a kiss to her sparkly lips.
“He already did.”
We dance through each song, the rest of the world slowly fading away around us. Mia’s body feels good grinding against mine. I’m practically dry fucking her by the time Brayden and Drew find us. They stand around like a couple of big-ass bodyguards, which is comical.
“Tell me the popular guys know how to dance,” I taunt. “We’re nerds and we can fucking do it.”
“I can dance,” Brayden grumbles. “See.”
I smirk as he grabs Mia’s hips and shows me just how good he can dance. With my girl. Drew’s blue eyes are alight behind his mask, watching with a mixture of curiosity and heat. He’s probably into that kinky shit—watching his boyfriend flirt with his roomie’s girlfriend. Hell, I’m kind of into it.
My mind reflects to last week when we’d all hung out together, right after I made things official with Mia. Bray and Drew were suddenly a thing, too. I’ll never forget the thrill that raced down my spine to see them watching as Mia dry fucked me on the couch while we kissed. I’d seen how aroused Brayden was by the boner he was sporting in his sweats, but even had I not seen that, I still wouldn’t have missed the matching expressions on their faces.
Curious.
Turned on.
Eager.
I wanted to strip Mia down and make her ride my dick in front of them. To see what they’d do. I’d kind of hoped they would’ve stripped down and rubbed their dicks against each other for Mia and me to watch. It was so fucked up to feel that way—especially since I’d just gotten the girl—that I was in a hurry to get the fuck out of that living room with her. When I fucked her that night, my fantasies inside my head tangled with the beautiful reality in my bed. I still feel guilty about that shit.