Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I, ah—”
“Have plans.” Mack’s stern hard voice snaps across the room. “Big Brother is on tonight. That means I’m feeding Sunny pizza while she screams at the TV.”
“Right.” Brian’s eyes bounce between the two of us. He’s asked me more than once if Mack and I were a couple. I always say no. Even though I've always secretly wanted us to be.
We’re best friends who live together. My job pays okay, but Mack has tons of room in his place, so I moved in with him our senior year of college. It felt natural, especially since his family took me in when I was in high school and had lost my parents suddenly. It was the only way I could stay at Rockford and keep my scholarship there.
“She’s not into iced coffee anymore.” Mack picks the drink up from off the desk and drops it into the trash. “Makes her stomach upset.” He places a strawberry shake from my favorite diner in its spot.
“Mack,” I hiss. Why is he being so rude? He is always playing the protective older brother role. Still after all these years.
“No worries. I’ll keep that in mind,” Brian says with a smile, unfazed by Mack being a dick. He turns to leave but pauses at the door. “You and your roommate have fun. See you tomorrow.”
“That mother—” I jump up and grab Mack by the back of his shirt. Lucky Brian has already vacated the room.
“What is wrong with you?” I hiss. “Why are you even here?” He gets a hurt look on his face.
“Got off work early,” he grumbles, shooting a glare at the empty doorway.
“Really?” It’s been a while since he popped into my work. Not even for lunch, which we used to do often. He’s been working nonstop lately. Ever since that night we both had way too much to drink.
The night I still have trouble remembering. What I do recall is waking up sore between my thighs. Traces of blood and what I could only guess was semen coating my thighs. Mack was nowhere to be found. There was only a note left on the counter that his dad called and he had to go into the office. It was a freaking Sunday.
Part of that night has come back to me in doses. I definitely recall me challenging Mack that his cock couldn’t fit inside me. I’m pretty sure it did. At least some of it. Instantly my panties grow damp wanting to try again.
“He wants in your pants.”
I release my hold on his shirt. “I’m wearing a dress today,” I point out, swaying my hips. His eyes drop to them. His jaw hardens.
“Are we on for tonight?”
“I don’t know. Are we? You’ve missed the last few episodes working late.” At least that’s what he’s been telling me he’s doing. He’s been a little different since that drunken night. Not in a bad way, but I can tell there’s been a tiny shift.
Mack has never lied to me before, but something has changed, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s dating someone. That would kill me. I’m not sure I could be his friend anymore. I would definitely have to move out. I’m not that strong of a person. Thankfully, it’s not something I’ve had to deal with yet, but we’re getting older and I know it’s inevitable.
His mom, who I adore, is always pestering him to date. I have to admit that it kind of hurts my feelings that she’s never considered me as an option for Mack. I know they come from this super posh and sophisticated world that I don’t belong in, but she has always made me feel welcomed for the most part. They’d even taken me into their home when I was fifteen. Mack has always brushed off her comments about dating and one day getting married.
As goofy as Mack can be with me, he’s super serious when it comes to his responsibilities with his family. Everything else in his life has taken a back seat to that since college and then when he started taking over for his father. He was too focused on that to even consider dating.
In high school, he’d been so intent on looking out for me. Everyone always thought we were together, so I’m sure that was a major cock block for him. God knows all the girls always wanted him. Some even made up stories about being with him.
If I didn’t know him, I would have laughed and called bullshit on him being a virgin at his age for as handsome and rich as he is. Well, he was a virgin. I’m not sure if he even remembers losing it. He might think he’s still one. Heck, I only recall small moments, and I’m pretty sure while he popped my cherry, he hadn’t gotten all the way inside of me. He came, though. It had been all over me. I think it might have been more than one time, honestly.