Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
In high school, she’d always been a lot bigger than most of the girls, but now she was beautiful. Shaking off the thoughts, he took a sip of his whiskey, not caring for the taste as he was more of a brandy man. He put the glass down. So far, part one of their plan was complete, admittedly, not exactly how they had hoped it would go. They couldn’t control the virus, nor the lockdown, but the moment he’d gotten word of it, he, Micah, and Dean had changed plans.
While everyone had been scrambling to get as far away from here as possible, they were all going to stay and have some fun with her.
There was no other staff. No one to stop them.
Daphne belonged to them, or at least the best man. They had a bet. Whoever Daphne picked would be the winner who’d get to marry her, to claim her, and to call their own. Until then, she was free game. Once she made her decision, the other two had to back off so they could win her completely.
He hated to take bets with his buddies. Back in high school, it was stupid shit, like who could fuck the head cheerleader before everyone else. He’d won that one. Dean had won the one with the threesome. Two women he picked up in a bar had been willing to do whatever he wanted. Micah won the blowjob from a teacher.
Again, stupid shit.
Daphne wasn’t just anyone.
Six months ago, they had gotten drunk and admitted their feelings for Daphne. She was the one biggest mistake they all made, and it started because of him. He’d been the person to start her miserable years in high school, all because she’d been too perfect for him. It wasn’t a good enough excuse, but to him, at the time, it had been enough. She’d come from a perfect family, a perfect life. Then her parents had died, and her grandmother had taken her in. It had all worked out perfectly for her. He’d been angry, resentful, and had taken it out on her. The evil fucker he’d been back then, he’d started the bullying, but his two friends had continued it. Now they were back and he hoped to fucking God he could win her back. There was no way he’d be able to bear her belonging to either of his friends, and he’d be tormented by watching her be happy every single day.
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Micah watched as Daphne slammed the phone down. She lifted it up again and slammed it down for a second time. She reached again for a third time, but she stopped. Her hand out flat, she took several deep breaths before leaving the phone alone without taking her temper out on it.
She stepped back, tilted her head to the left, closed her eyes, and went to the right.
“I’m glad I’m not a telephone.”
Her eyes opened and she glared right at him.
“Let me guess, the cops don’t want to hear about it.” He winked at her, stepping further into the room. The Daphne he recalled never ran away. She never turned her back on any of them. Always willing to face them no matter what. She was so fucking strong. Just looking at her now, in her domain, his cock ached. He wanted to fuck her so badly.
In all the research they’d done, none of it gave anything away about the last twelve years. She’d never been married, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t had a boyfriend. He’d hated seeing guys around her back in high school. Back then, he’d figured it was because he hated her or some stupid shit, but he now knew the truth. He didn’t want men around her because she was far more precious than a quickie.
The men around her hadn’t deserved her. Point-blank.
He’d been saving her for himself, and he just hadn’t realized it. Now though, he knew the truth and intended to make up for that fact.
“What do you want, Micah?” she asked.
Hearing his name made his cock twitch.
“What kind of game are you playing? After all this time, you come here, a small bed-and-breakfast. I know we’re good at what we do, but I also know the standard you all work toward.” She shook her head. “I don’t care. According to the cops, they cannot come and remove you as you’re paying customers that now with the whole lockdown, you can’t leave. It’s messed up. You want to stay here, fine. You can all fend for yourself.” She shook her head and turned on her heel. “I’ll show you where everything is, and you can all just stay out of my way.”
He followed her, watching the way her hips swayed from side to side, capturing his attention. All he wanted to do was run his hands down those generous curves. To have her naked, spread those cheeks, and lick from her cunt all the way back to her asshole. Dean was usually the one into freaky shit, but he’d seen his boy in action, and well, Daphne inspired him.