Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I—”
My mouth closes again, but I’m still staring right at Beckett, our eyes locked and his full of fury and fire and heat. And something more. I know I should see anger, or jealousy, or even judgement. Maybe disgust.
But right there, naked, panting, and still sitting with his adopted brother’s big cock filling me to the hilt, I see something else in Beckett’s fierce blue eyes.
…Hunger.
Beckett looks hungry.
5
Beckett
Time stops when Kempton’s eyes lock with mine. I see it all—the fact that she’s naked and gorgeous. The fact that she’s just come in front of me.
…The fact that it’s Porter’s cock she’s riding.
And yet at the same time, all I see is her. It’s like the rest of the world fades away, and all I know is her eyes and mine, and the blistering heat blazing between us.
I won’t lie, at first, it’s just confusion. Confusion, maybe some rage. Definitely some jealousy. And yet, all of that starts to burn away as the seconds tick by, and my eyes drink her in. The jealous fury, the confusion… it all starts to fade in the face of one undeniable fact, which is that right now, I’m harder than I’ve ever been.
Without question.
My cock throbs at the front of my jeans as my eyes drink in the sight of Kempton Carlisle trebling in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her mouthwatering pink nipples are hard, her chest pert and heaving. Her skin glows, her stomach caves, and when my eyes slide down to the sight of her pink, swollen, freshly fucked little pussy stretched so obscenely around Porter’s thickness, I almost groan out loud.
She looks like a fucking goddess.
I have no claim on her. Yes, I want her, and have wanted her for way, way too long. Yes, after our earlier banter downstairs, I was pretty sure it was actually going to happen tonight. In fact, I caved. Fuck it, I’m not too proud to admit. I caved fucking fast, too, and went right for that office where she’d said she’d be, only to find it empty. And after checking out the rest of the party, I’d come face to face with the fact that I’d been stood up. She’d gotten cold feet or wasn’t actually interested. Maybe this was just more of Kempton’s usual bratty teasing, and I’d fallen into it like a fucking idiot.
So, I’d given up, checked my texts to see that Porter was crashed up here, and come to get him to go the fuck home and sulk.
And then I waked in on this.
And like I said, if it was any other guy in the world, I’d just walked in on to find balls-deep in Kempton, even if I have no claim on her whatsoever, I’d be seeing fucking red. But this is Porter, and blood or not, adopted or not, he’s my older brother, my other half. My best friend. I decide to push aside for the time being the huge ramifications of what the fuck he was possibly thinking fucking one of is godamn students, but I’m not mad. And fuck does she look gorgeous perched on his cock like that.
My eyes slide back to hers. It feels like I’ve been standing in the doorway for an hour now, but I know it’s been maybe five seconds. Our eyes lock, my jaw clenches, and there’s this fire that blazes between us for one half a second, before suddenly, the whole situation explodes.
Kempton suddenly shrieks, lunging off of Porter with her hands trying to cover herself. She yanks a blanket off the foot of the bed and whirls it around herself, her face bright red as she snatches a pile of clothes off the floor, glances once at me with this horrible look in her eyes, and darts into the en suite bathroom connected to the guest room. The door slams shut, and slowly, I turn my eyes back to Porter.
His face is white as a sheet, and I can see his breath coming shallow and strained. Slowly, swallowing thickly, he drags his wide, stormy eyes up to mine, looking haggard as he stares at me.
“Beck—”
“Dude,” I growl quietly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. “What the fuck were you—”
“I didn’t know!” he whispers hoarsely. “I didn’t…” He swallows, his eyes darting to the bathroom door and his face somehow growing even whiter.
“Beck, she’s my fucking student.”
“Porter, hang—”
“She’s a high school senior at the school I, as a fucking twenty-seven-year-old, work at,” he snaps, his jaw tightening.
“Look, we’re going to figure this—”
“Beck,” he says quietly, yanking the sheet over himself. “This is fucking bad.”
“Didn’t look too bad,” I mutter with a small smirk.
“Are you laughing about this?”
“Am I laughing that the girl I’ve wanted for four fucking years ended up fucking you?” I suddenly spit out venomously, my eyes blazing and Porter’s face going grim.