Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
I shake my head again. “I would know. She wouldn’t hide that from me.”
Tanner shrugs his shoulders before getting off his bed and crossing the room. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest as I feel my world spiral out of control. “I could be wrong,” he tells me. “Your mom could have really been kicking you out because she’s fucked in the head, but that doesn’t sound like the woman who raised you. And deep down, I think you know that.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, I glance out Tanner’s bedroom window to the house next door, chills sweeping over my body while hoping to God he’s wrong. Because if he’s not and my mother has been protecting me this whole time, trapping herself in an abusive marriage solely to keep Orlando away from me, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.
Chapter 16
TANNER
Most days, Riley is a blessing in disguise. But today, the thought of knocking his teeth in is getting me hard. The fucker won’t stop talking, even in the middle of bench pressing. I swear, the asshole just likes the sound of his own voice. If I could walk out and leave him here, I would. The only issue is I stupidly agreed to do this at my home gym and not his.
I’ve been best friends with the guy for years. I know him better than I know myself, and when he’s like this, it usually means he either just had the best fuck of his life or he’s met a brand-new woman to torment with his undying messed-up brand of adoration. And seeing as though he’s been with me all morning—and I can guarantee I haven’t fucked him—it could only be the second option. Though, the fact he’s been running his mouth all day and hasn’t found a second to mention this mystery woman makes me wonder what it is about her he’s hiding. Hell, maybe she has a third tit and he’s gatekeeping her, hoping like fuck the boys don’t try and take her off his hands.
“—and so, Logan was trying to get one up Chanel in the Jacuzzi,” he says, talking shit about last night’s party Bri and I skipped out on. “But she was all like ‘Nah, babe, everyone can see,’ and Logan laughed it off, but you know what Chanel is like. Once the idea was put into her head and she had a minute to think it over, she was so down. I swear, they’re denying it, but they were definitely fucking in the Jacuzzi, like right fucking next to me! Can you believe it? I mean, fuck. If you’re gonna mess around right next to a guy, the least you can do is extend an invitation.”
I scoff, picturing it so perfectly. Chanel sitting on Logan’s lap in the Jacuzzi with Riley sitting beside them doing everything he could to make it awkward and uncomfortable while they tried to hold a conversation, pretending Logan’s cock wasn’t buried deep inside her cunt.
“Right, so while that was going down, Jax was sitting across the party at the bar watching Arizona like a fucking hawk. I was counting on him for a good night, but fuck man, the kid has got it bad. He’s seriously fucked up over her. He just sat there all night and moped about the fact she was trying to spread her legs for some other guy.”
“Huh?” I cut in, one of the few words Riley has let me get in during our workout. “The fuck you mean she was trying to spread her legs for some other guy? She’s been frothing at the mouth over Jax and swears she can’t get over him.”
“Oh yeah, Arizona ain’t stupid. Everyone could see Jax was watching her, so she played him at his own game, let him get a taste of what it’s like when she had to watch him fucking around with other chicks. I doubt she let the other dude fuck her, but as far as Jax could tell, she was down for anything and it drove him fucking mad. He was drinking the heavy shit, and you know what he’s like when he’s drunk and depressed. That shit ain’t fun.”
“Shit,” I mutter, watching as Riley lowers the bar to his chest again, knowing he’ll be getting close to his limit. “Wait. Jax is still on medication. He shouldn’t have been drinking.”
“Try telling him that,” he says with a grunt, pushing out another rep, trying to be a hero. “But for the record, that’s the last time I count on any of you fuckers for a good night. You bailed, Jax moped, and Logan was too far up his girlfriend to remember to pull out.”
I try not to laugh. “Bullshit. Logan’s not that fucking stupid.”
“You sure about that?” he questions, racking the bar and glancing up at me. “Think about it. Where the fuck would he have stashed a rubber? We were in the fucking Jacuzzi and the swim trunks he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. They were so fucking tight I could see the outline of his balls through the material.”