Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
We all laugh at that, except Eliza. “Please tell me you bleached everything.”
I laugh loudly as I turn the phone to show her the bleach spray I used. “Done.”
“Thank goodness,” she mutters as everyone laughs at her disgusted look. I get it, though. I probably should have had a bit of consideration, but Ciaran really didn’t give me time to react.
Not that I wanted to.
“I’m jealous,” Austen says, and all of us look at her in surprise.
“What, is Dimitri lacking?” Elliot teases, and Austen smacks her.
“No! Not at all. Loads of fun orgasms. But how do you just go down on a guy?”
“I dropped to my knees. It was really easy,” I supply dryly, and I don’t miss Eliza choking on her drink. Clara laughs as Elliot nods in agreement, though Austen looks annoyed.
“Yeah, it’s easier on your knees. Though, I do enjoy being on my side. Ya know, like…” Elliot makes the crude motion of giving head as she lies on her side, which has Clara dissolving in laughter.
Eliza is grinning as Austen smacks Elliot. “I’m serious.”
Clara snorts. “So are we!”
“Ugh. You guys are annoying!”
“What is it, Austen?” I ask, trying not to laugh at how red her face is or how annoyed she is. “What has made you jealous?”
My middle sister shrugs, unsure of herself. “I still struggle with it, and I love Dimitri with all my heart.”
My heart aches at her confession. The laughter dies, and I swallow hard. The younger girls never experienced the Halo, and I’m thankful for that. Being surrounded by guys as they walked around, touching and scrutinizing every piece of you in an effort to decide whether you were worth their time. We couldn’t have sex until we were wedded, but that didn’t stop the guys who forced their pathetic penises into our mouths for their pleasure. It was disgusting, and I hated every second of it.
I lost my sex drive during those years. Most of all, I hated that Eliza and Austen had to be a part of it. I’d sob when someone would grab them, the way their eyes would widen and how they’d cry for me to make it stop. I became numb to it all, and when I was married, I had hoped I’d never have to go through it again. But my ex-husband would rather fuck my mouth than my pussy.
I guess it is surprising that I was so willing, so wanton, for Ciaran’s cock, but I know I only wanted to pleasure him the way he had me. Years of healing and therapy and finding out what empowered my sexuality helped.
“I wanted to,” I admit, my stomach clenching with need only Ciaran can give me. I wonder what he’s doing, how his friend’s car is, and when he’ll call. “I only do it when I want to.”
“Because that power is ours,” Eliza says proudly. “We get to decide now. We get to do it because we want to. It’s fun when the number one thing on your mind is pleasing the person you’re with.”
Austen’s cheeks fill with color. “I want to please Dimitri, but he never asks, probably because he knows what we went through.”
Clara reaches over, cupping Austen’s face to guide her to look at her. “Do it because you want to. Not because he asks or you feel he expects it.”
Eliza nods. “He’s a good dude and he won’t ever ask, but believe me, he wants it.”
“Oh, totally,” Elliot snorts. “What guy doesn’t?”
We all snicker at that, and then thankfully the conversation moves to their plans for the weekend. “The books came in today, so I may get done tomorrow morning and head up,” I say, when really, I wish I hadn’t. I wonder if Ciaran will want to hang out. If he’ll want to see me. I know I want to see him.
“You won’t be busy with Ciaran?” Clara sings his name, and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to him,” I tell her with a dry look.
I notice a look on Elliot’s face, and then she asks, “Wait, Ciaran. How is that spelled?”
I spell it for her, and then her eyes widen. “Oh my God. I’ve been saying his name all kinds of wrong. Lou, he plays for the Knoxville Bears. Ciaran Carter… He is being introduced as the captain tomorrow!”
My jaw drops as Clara and Eliza start giggling. Austen, my sweet sister, only beams. “Hey, I told you guys from the top, hockey players are a dream. The stamina, the hands… Yum.”
I choke on spit and then start laughing as I shake my head. His career never came up, but it makes sense why he’d need to be tested regularly. They can’t have STIs slowing the guys down on the ice. “I had no clue.”
“Well, when you spend your time with his dick in your mouth instead of asking him questions, I can see how that wouldn’t come up,” Eliza teases, and even I can’t help but snort at that. She’s such a dork.