Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
But I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t fucking stop.
Yes, she was fucking gorgeous, and sexy as hell. And so fucking innocent and sweet. But it was also the fire inside of her. She’d fought to get where she was in life, that was clear. She’d seen fire and rain, like me. And she’d still ended up so fucking sweet. So warm. So full of love and life.
No, Cora Hartley set something ablaze inside of me I’d never felt. Not even with Melanie, which as fucked up as it sounds was true. You know how I knew I was okay with my fiancée leaving me the way she had?
Because it hadn’t broken me.
Fuck it’d barely even hurt me. For the first few weeks, I wondered if I was just numb, but then I realized it was something else. It was that Melanie had never lit a spark inside of me, she’d just been easy, and comfortable. Until she walked out. But then, that was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.
I thought about spending my life with someone who didn’t give me that heat through me, who didn’t make my heart clench up tight every time she walked into the room
Melanie hadn’t.
…But Cora Hartley did.
Fuck, she did all those things. She sent me fucking reeling when she walked into a room. But here we were, my two best friends in the world telling me what’d happened the night before when I’d been gone. They’d both slept with her, together — Nolan once before then. Through the storm raging inside of me, I honestly couldn’t tell if it made me furious with jealousy or got my blood blazing liking nothing else.
I couldn’t tell if I was angry or more turned on than I’d ever been.
None of us had ever shared a girl before — not once. Max and I had dated the same girl, at the same time once. Of course we didn’t know that for the first week or two, and after that, we tried it out, both of us dating her separately for another week or so. Obviously, that hadn’t lasted very long.
But we’d never been involved with girl like this together. Never two of us with one girl. I groaned, my blood roaring like fire at the thought of little innocent Cora panting and moaning between my two big friends. I imaged her screaming and writhing in pleasure, her tight little body trembling as they both fucked her, and claimed her, and filled her out together.
Fuck I was hard.
And angry.
But mostly hard.
“You—” I wanted to yell at Nolan, but quickly, my reasoning was fading. What was I going to do, yell at him for fucking a student when I wanted to fuck the same girl?
“Say something, man,” he said quietly.
“Where is sh?,” I growled.
“At campus.”
I shook my head. “This is… fuck.”
“Look, tonight, okay?” Max stepped forward. “We’ll all go out, the three of us. We need to set this straight and cut out the bullshit about what this all is. We need to sort this out.
“There’s nothing to sort,” I muttered.
Nolan gave me a look.
“Bullshit. I know that look, Garret.”
“You don’t.”
“The fuck I don’t. You’re into her.” He winced, his face tightening as he shook his head and looked at his feet. “Shit, I’m sorry man. If we’d known—”
“You’d have stopped?”
They glanced at each other. Slowly, Nolan turned back and shook his head.
“No,” he said quietly. “No I don’t know if we would have.”
“This doesn’t have to be this…thing,” Max grumbled.
“Oh it doesn’t, huh? The three of us, and we’re all into her? How the fuck is that not going to be a thing?”
“Look,” Nolan growled fiercely. “This isn’t just a fun sex thing buddy, this is real. We both feel for this girl, big time.”
I looked away.
“Look, I need to get to campus,” Nolan finally sighed when I didn’t respond.
“And I have a meeting with my business manager,” Max muttered.
“Fine.”
“Garret.”
I looked up, to see Nolan holding my gaze.
“Tonight. Let’s get a drink and we'll talk this through.”
I sighed, taking a deep breath and looking away before I finally glanced back at them.
“Fine. Tonight it is.”
We left it like that, the both of them ducking out to get to where they needed to be. But me, I felt like I was buzzing. I felt like my body was fucking flying even if I was standing still.
I needed to move.
Running felt good. It always did, and whenever I went out for a run, it cleared my head.
…I was really fucking counting on it doing just that.
I pushed myself harder than I usually did, keeping my pace fast and merciless as I pushed past my usual five mile mark. I went past seven and my legs started aching. At ten, my lungs started to burn.
At twelve miles, I called it quits before my body gave out. But my head was still spinning.