Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“She’s got stamina from all those dumbass Wii games she plays,” I tattle.
She pushes her butt against me, which in turn makes me push my ass against Brayden. His hand grabs onto my hip. The laughter fades as we continue to dance, this time all synced up to the music. I try to ignore the fact that a big-ass hard dick is pressed against me. That’s what happens with dicks. You rub them on something, they get hard. It’s just dancing. I grab Mia’s tits to remind myself that I’m hers. My hand slides down to her hip where Drew’s already is. Rather than pushing his away, I leave it there, sorta liking the feel of him as he touches my girl.
This is so fucked up.
And hot.
I can’t even blame it on the alcohol.
Brayden’s fingers brush against a sliver of my skin beneath the hem of my tank. My dick is hard as stone as I grind into Mia. It’s hot as hell watching Drew dart his glance from Brayden to me to Mia, as though he can’t decide where he wants to look. I understand the feeling. Because Mia feels good to touch and kiss, but I can’t help but admire Drew’s lips and the way his tight, bloody shirt fits his muscled shoulders that my girl has her hands on.
“If Travis fucks with you again, let me know,” Brayden says, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ll kill him.”
His words are vines, wrapping around me and choking me. I like the tangled feel. The strangulation of them. It does shit to me knowing he’s got my back. Right now, literally.
“I can handle Travis,” I tell him, turning my head slightly so I can see him.
With our faces inches apart, my entire body heats by a thousand degrees. Fuck him for being so goddamn hot, even dressed as a horrible poser Kurt. His brown eyes are locked on my mouth and he licks his lips. Fuck if that doesn’t send a current of want straight to my dick.
I don’t want him.
I want Mia.
It’s not my fault he makes me stare at him. Actually, we can blame Molly and Tim for making a hot kid. Definitely gonna throw that in his mom’s face next time I see her. Then, because he’s secretly a sadist, he presses a soft kiss on the side of my neck before pulling away. I try to remember that Mia and I have always been affectionate friends. It’s not unheard of to touch and kiss your friends. Mia and I are a testament to that.
But then we started fucking…
His eyes finally lift to my eyebrows and then he starts to laugh. “Those eyebrows, man. They’re fucking ridiculous.”
I waggle them, sending him into another fit of laughter. “Tell your dick that.”
He shakes his head, uncaring that his boner is about to rip out of his jeans. “My dick is not into devil eyebrows.” He walks over to Drew, pulling him away from Mia. His lips brush against Drew’s before he pulls Drew’s mask back in place. “You kids ready to bail? We made an appearance. I could go for some Pancake House right now.”
“I’m so in,” I state, grabbing Mia and hugging her to me. “What do you say, MiMi? Want to leave this hell and let me lick syrup off your pretty titties?”
She laughs, smacking my arm. “We can leave, but you’re not licking syrup off my boobs at Pancake House.”
I pull her to me for a dizzying kiss. “Fine. We’ll sneak some of those little bottles. I’ll lick it off you when we get home.”
“I like that idea much better.”
“All right, guys, bring it in!” I yell to the team as we finish up our afternoon practice. They all skate over, stopping in front of me. “That was a damn good practice. I have no doubt tomorrow night we’re going to destroy Ohio.” The team cheers, pumped for the game. We’re still undefeated so far this season and everyone is hoping to keep it that way as long as possible. “Next week, we’ll be meeting to go over how the game went, but Monday will be the last practice before Thanksgiving break.”
Everyone hoots and hollers, ready for the upcoming five-day break. Classes and sports shut down on Wednesday and won’t reopen until Monday. Most students go home, but the campus is still open for those who stay. Brayden’s parents invited us over for Thanksgiving, but aside from that, I’m looking forward to spending some downtime with Brayden. It’s definitely not easy dating a guy in secret. But until I can figure out how to coach his team and date a player on it, we don’t have much of a choice.
“What time is that fundraising crap?” Finn asks, snapping me from my thoughts.
“It’s not crap,” I say, hitting him with a hard stare. “The event supports the athletic program, which means it’s helping to support this team. It starts promptly at six and I expect you all to be there on time and dressed nice.” They groan in unison, some of them cursing under their breath.