Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Tanner is protective, and since Colby decided to surprise us with a little knife play, that protectiveness has only become more intense. I won’t lie, most of the time, that protectiveness is hot as fuck, but at other times, it’s simply overbearing. I’m sure, given time, he’ll be able to relax, but while it’s still so fresh and those memories continue to haunt him, he won’t be able to find peace.
Pushing through Tanner’s bedroom, a figure in the window has me pulling up short. My eyes widen, and my heart kicks into gear, but the second I see my brother’s stupid face grinning through the window of the second story bedroom, a cheesy smile rips across my face.
“Holy shit! Damien!” I shout, rushing over to the window to let him in, only the fucker laughs and straightens up before whipping his dick out and slamming it up against the glass, proving once and for all he’s spent way too much time living around a bunch of dudes.
I scream and turn away from the window, my eyes burning at seeing all too much of my brother. He squishes his balls up against the glass as he laughs so damn hard the moron almost falls back and tumbles right off the roof.
“BRI?” Tanner roars, storming down the hall at the sound of my scream, only to bust through the door to find my brother’s version of a squashed frog up against the glass. Not being able to see his face, Tanner is just about ready to end his life, only Damien pulls back and leans down again, grinning at Tanner like a thirteen-year-old boy who just saw his first set of tits.
Tanner stops, his expression morphing into bewildered glee as he shakes his head. “What the fuck, man?” he says as I step up to the window, flicking the latch and opening it wide for the asshole to climb in.
A laugh comes from the door and I whip around just in time to watch as Addison lowers her phone and starts hashing out a text, clearly having captured one of the worst moments of my life, right below getting stabbed, being in a car wreck, and tearing off my meat curtain with hot wax. “Oooh, Ilaria’s night is about to get a whole lot better.” And just like that, she hits send on her message and I shake my head, never so mortified in my life.
Damien’s feet hit the ground and he smirks at me, so damn proud of himself. “What’s up, dork?” he says, crashing into me and pulling me into a tight hug.
I fight against him, desperately trying to shove him off me. “Eewww,” I shriek. “Get off me with your dirty dick hands. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Damien laughs and eventually releases me, but not before making a point to rub them all over my face, making me gag. I shake my head, never wanting to pulverize someone so badly in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, I adore him, but it’s times like this that make me wish I were an only child. I mean, who the hell made it a rule that big brothers are supposed to torment their little sisters? Whoever that was deserves a cactus right up the pee hole.
Stepping away from Damien, I walk toward Tanner’s private bathroom. “Excuse me while I bleach my face,” I mutter. I swear, I have no idea what Ilaria sees in this douche-canoe.
“Sure,” Damien says, ignoring my glare as though it simply bounces off him. “When you’re done, you can explain why the hell Mom just told me you’re living here now, and after that, we’re getting fucked up.” He turns to Tanner. “Know any parties going on tonight?”
Well, fuck. Looks like my night just got a little more interesting.
Precisely eight minutes later, I’m standing in the cold with my face scrunched in distaste. “Are you sure we really need to bring him?” I ask, hovering in Orlando’s backyard and staring up at Jensen’s bedroom window. “He’s such an ass.”
“Why, that’s your big brother you’re talking about,” Damien says in his version of a Southern drawl, only it just makes him sound like a bigger ass than Jensen. “You wouldn’t dream about leavin’ me behind now, would ya, lil darlin’?”
“First off, he’s our stepbrother,” I remind him, rolling my eyes as Addison scoffs behind me, knowing damn well how I’m about to answer that question because if the tables were turned, she’d answer it the exact same way. “And second, do you really want the answer to that while the memory of your dick hands on my face are still burning their way through my brain?”
“Good point,” he murmurs before making a step out of his hands and bending low. “Now, quit fucking around and get your ass up there.”