Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I felt something in me tense as I glanced between them. Gunnar didn’t seem shocked in the least that my stepbrother was running his hands over all the ink. And although I normally wouldn’t have thought much of it, this moment seemed very personal and… intimate.
The air felt weird. Charged. I found myself guzzling the rest of my beer, excused myself, and then went to the fridge to grab another one. I popped the top and drank half, feeling this intense heat move through me.
God, my quick chat from hours before had made me feel electrified. I didn’t feel like myself, and I… wasn’t okay with that. I didn’t think so anyway.
I wiped my mouth and headed back to the living room but stopped when I saw Gunnar now touching Tate’s abdomen. They were speaking too low for me to hear, but they were tracing the lines of each other’s tattoos.
I didn’t know what was going on, but it felt as if I was a third wheel in… whatever was happening in this moment. So I sucked down my beer and cleared my throat, but even that didn’t have the guys jumping away from each other like they didn’t want me seeing what they were doing.
“I’m heading out, boys.”
“I’ll follow.”
I shook my head before Tate finished speaking. “I’m fine.”
“Not negotiable, Sunny,” he said and was already putting his shirt on, as was Gunnar.
“Yeah. We’re following and making sure you get home safely. Besides, we’re hitting the bar on the way back and closing that bitch down. I’m getting a piece of ass tonight.”
I rolled my eyes, but involuntarily, I glanced at Tate to see his reaction. I didn’t know why, but I had a strong feeling there was something more than just friendship going on between the two of them. But Tate was messing on his phone and clearly not paying attention or just didn’t give a shit about the conversation.
“Let’s go. Barrel Bottom closes at four, so if you want to get laid, gotta head out now,” he addressed Gunnar as he tucked his cell into his jeans pocket.
“You two are disgusting,” I teased and grabbed my stuff.
The three of us headed out, with me climbing into my car, and Tate taking the passenger seat of Gunnar’s pick-up truck.
The drive to my one-bedroom duplex was only twenty minutes, but it was on the outskirts of town and pretty isolated, and with the other side being vacant, I felt pretty alone. I’d never admit it to them, but I was glad they followed me home.
They waited in their vehicle until I was in the house, and I peeked out the front window. I didn’t know what I expected to see, but it wasn’t Gunnar leaning over and getting close to Tate’s ear. Tate’s smile was slow as he turned his head and looked at Gunnar, who hadn’t moved away. They didn’t kiss, but damn, their mouths were so close they should have.
I felt something flutter in my belly at the vision that thought conjured, and it was like I crossed lines by picturing my stepbrother and his best friend getting it on.
I let the curtain fall into place and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling and breathing out. There was a ding from my phone, and I pulled it out of my coat pocket and looked down to see a deposit of fifty dollars had been made, a note attached to it.
Deposit: $100
Sender: XXu-KnOw-U-wAnT-iT-lItTlE-gIrLXX
Note: A retainer for the next private chat, Kitten. Be ready, because there will for sure be a next time.
3
KITTEN
The following day, I couldn’t concentrate. Not on my English paper, and for sure not at the diner. I fucked up two orders and was getting side-eyed by the shift manager because of it.
I listened to my professor drone on about what we’d be focusing on next week, but I stared out the window, thinking about Tate and Gunnar. Then my mind wandered to my mystery subscriber.
My thoughts were broken when I felt a vibration from my phone.
An encrypted message from my It’s ShowTime account came through. After logging in, I stared at the message and felt my heart race.
Sender: XXu-KnOw-U-wAnT-iT-lItTlE-gIrLXX
Note: Send me a picture of your pussy right now, Kitten
My first instinct was to tell him he had to pay, but I remembered his fifty-dollar retainer. I should have asked for more. If it were anyone else, I would have, but for whatever reason, I glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching. It wasn’t like they could hear my thoughts, but God, it sure felt like that as I shifted on my chair and felt my pussy start to tingle.
Another vibration from my phone had me tightening my fingers around it and reading the new message that came through.
Sender: XXu-KnOw-U-wAnT-iT-lItTlE-gIrLXX
Note: I want you to show me right in the middle of class. Be my good girl.