Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Our day in bed to “watch movies” didn’t quite end up that way. We found pretty quickly that if we were in bed and we were touching, that we were going to pleasure each other. So we gave into it for a while, and well…we pleasured each other.
This was followed by going out to lunch, after which we stopped by the grocery store and picked up some steaks to grill for dinner later that evening. We attempted to watch movies in the afternoon on the couch, but that also led to touching, which led to more fucking.
We finally just gave up and sat out on the deck until dinnertime, thereafter drinking beers well into the late evening hours.
Not once did she ask me about Arco, nor did I offer anything else. The subject was closed for now, and I was grateful she was giving me a rest from it. She has my secret, and I know she’ll take it to her grave if I ask her to.
Now, what we are to each other still remains to be seen. There’s no doubt something’s changed. I’m just not sure what to do with it. I’d be a fool not to admit that I care for her. Clearly the feelings are deep, as is my apparent trust in her.
But can I trust it? Can I trust myself to push forward?
I don’t know the answers to those questions, but I do know Simone told me yesterday that we could just keep on as we were if that’s all I could do. So at the least, I can still have her. At a minimum, she’d still give herself to me and accept what I could give in return.
Fuck…just the thought of how that would hurt her causes my gut to churn with guilt. That also starts to bring me back out of my sleep again.
As does a noise.
I yawn and then slowly open my eyes. The ceiling stares back at me. Lifting my head, I look down my naked body and see Simone curled up there, her face turned away from me. Long, silky hair spilling over my ribs.
Movement near my door sends a jolt of shock throughout my body and my eyes clear immediately as they focus in on Lucas standing there.
Arms by his side, hands curled into fists, and the most pissed off look I’d ever seen on his face.
My eyes sweep the room as I take in what he sees. Clothes strewn all around, a few empty beer cans, condom wrappers from night before last and maybe the night before that. Let’s just say, a lot of condom wrappers and a fucking bottle of lube at the bottom of the mattress and a butt plug. Simone gave me her ass again last night.
“Just fucking great,” I mutter under my breath, and then Lucas is charging the bed like a bull.
I’m barely able to sit up and push Simone off me before Lucas’s fist is flying straight at my face. It connects solidly to the bridge of my nose and I’m seeing stars.
“What the hell?” Simone grumbles as she she’s very rudely awakened.
Lucas pulls his fist back and growls, “Going to fucking kill you.”
“Lucas,” Simone screams, but his arm is flying.
I’m able to deflect most of the punch, but his knuckles catch my temple. Because I can’t fight Simone’s brother—and well, my teammate—I do the next best thing and try to tie him up. I’m at a great disadvantage because I was only barely able to sit up in bed before Lucas was on me.
I grab both his wrists and we grapple. I’m vaguely aware of Simone on her knees in the middle of the mattress, fully naked and screaming at us to stop. I want to yell at her to get some fucking clothes on, but I’ve got to get her enraged brother under control.
Lucas is cursing—a stream of obscenities that would make your ears bleed—as he tries to wrestle free of my grip. This is where my brawn would normally give me a slight advantage, but given the fact I just came out of a deep sleep, slightly hungover from beer and wild sex, and a little emotionally depleted, I’m really struggling.
Unfortunately, Lucas manages to tear free the arm that’s closest to Simone and it flies wildly outward, catching her in the side of the neck. She gives a tiny cry of surprise, maybe pain, and rolls away from us.
All I think about is the potential pain Lucas just caused her through his dumbassery and that enrages me and fills me with strength. Possessed of a burning need now to make that fucker pay for hitting Simone, I come flying off the bed. My shoulder catches Lucas in the chest and my arms go around his waist. My momentum has me practically lifting him off the ground and pushing back until I slam him into my long dresser. The mirror attached to it hits the wall and spider-webs with dozens of running cracks, but luckily no shards fall out.