Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
He kept going until I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t want another one?” His fingers curled inside me again, and I flinched away.
“You’re a dick.”
When I looked at him, he pulled away, then slipped his fingers between his lips. I blushed, all the while needing more. I palmed him through his jeans, wanting him to lose control the same way I just had.
A bang sounded from the back door just as I reached for his fly. “Hey, cocksucker! Why’d you skip?” Hendrix shouted, rounding the doorway. “I knew you two were fucking!” A bookbag hurtled through the air, landing on the couch beside us.
“Get outta here, would you?” Zepp shouted.
“You’re gross. Trying to wet the tip of your dick on the couch I sit on.” He glared at me with a snarled lip. “Juices.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve seen you get your dick sucked on this couch.” That was a disgusting realization. “Gross,” I shoved at Zepp. “We need to get off this thing.”
“Hendrix!” Zepp shouted, shoving me back down. “Get the hell out before I kill you!”
He completely ignored his brother. “That’s my juices. Not yours, Red.” Hendrix ducked into the kitchen and came back out with a bag of chips.
His gaze bounced between Zepp and me. “This is weird. I don’t like it.” He flopped onto the sofa, cramming chips into his mouth. On a sigh, I sat up, and this time, Zepp let me.
“Oh my God. You’re dating each other! That’s gross. Like sick gross, man.” He punched Zepp in the shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?”
Zepp grabbed the remote from the table and chucked it at his brother, who then threw up his middle finger. “You’ve got a room. I wanna watch TV.”
“It’s fine. I should go, anyway.” I pushed to my feet. “I have to work tonight.”
“I’m still waiting on the part for your car.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get Jade to give me a lift.” I pulled my phone from my pocket to text Jade, and Zepp took it from my hands.
“I’ll take you.”
I paused. I did not want Zepp dropping me off at The White Rabbit. Shit. “Okay.” I paused. “Thanks.”
He snatched the remote from Hendrix. “What time do you have to be at work?”
“Not until ten. Can you just take me home?”
One of his brows lowered. “Why?”
Because I didn’t want him to know I stripped. “I have to shower and get ready.”
“Is Jerry there?” His gaze narrowed. “Just get ready here. I’ll take you.”
He stared me down, and maybe it was just my guilty conscience, but I felt like he sensed I had something to hide. And I absolutely did. At that moment, I realized just how much I’d grown to like Zepp because I was terrified of him finding out that I stripped. No guy wanted to be with a girl who took her clothes off for other men, and I couldn’t blame him. I was disgusted by it, and I was the one doing it. Zepp was no stranger to doing what he had to get by, but he had never sacrificed his dignity in the process.
“Okay,” I said, even though all I wanted was for him to take me home and have Jade give me a lift to work.
* * *
We watched a movie and ordered pizza, Hendrix complaining the whole time. It felt normal just to hang out. And that scared me because this was not my life. I was used to being alone for the most part, okay with it even, but how could I miss something I had never had. Zepp was starting to become my normal, and this time, if I had to go back to being on my own, I’d know what I was missing. The movie went off, and Zepp grabbed my hand, leading me up to his room. The door shut behind him, the lock clicked.
The look he gave me made my stomach clench. I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile. “Do you need something?”
“To finish what we started earlier.”
He closed the space between us and fisted my hair, sending a bite of pain over my scalp before his lips slammed over mine. Zepp got me so drunk on him that he made me want things I never had. Like wanting to watch Zepp snap and lose control the way he’d done to me.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip when I tugged at his belt. Swallowing my nerves, I shoved down his jeans and boxers, then dropped to my knees. A silver bar glinted under the light. Of course, Zepp would have a piercing in his dick. The skin over the bar looked so thin.
“Scared of it?” His gaze locked on me while his fingers played with my hair. “It’s sensitive.”
I wasn’t exactly experienced with this. A two-week boyfriend my sophomore year hadn’t prepared me in any way for a guy like Zepp, and I was worried I would be really bad compared to all the girls before me.