Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Thanks,” I say again, feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the planet.
Trish walks out the door before pausing in the doorway. She looks back at me and then across to the plate of food. “Do you want me to take that away?”
I give her yet another grateful smile and nod. “Yes, please,” I say.
She gives me a sympathetic smile before leaning over and grabbing the plate. Within the blink of an eye, she walks out the door and pulls it closed behind her, leaving me to my peace and quiet.
I fall back onto my bed and grab my Kindle. I open it up to find a new release by one of my favorite authors and can’t help but dive straight in.
I get myself comfortable amongst the hundreds of pillows on the bed and get lost in the world of my book.
I must get halfway through when I realize I’ve been reading non-stop all night. I reach across for a drink of water only to find the bottle completely empty and the clock staring back at me telling me it’s past midnight.
The need to read just one more chapter flies through me but with school tomorrow, I’m going to have to call it quits for the night.
Still needing a drink, I slide my Kindle onto the bedside table and slip out the door. I step out into the hallway to see a bright light coming from Nate’s room and find my eyes raising into his room.
It’s exactly as I remember it, only the Batman bed sheets have been upgraded for plain black ones. I tear my eyes away and head down the stairs.
I search through the dark kitchen until I find a cup before filling it up with ice cubes and water. I bring the chilly water to my lips and close my eyes as the water travels down my throat and soothes the soreness from my earlier meeting with the toilet bowl.
A noise draws my attention and I furrow my eyebrows. It almost sounds as though someone is down here with me. Though, that couldn’t be right. All the lights are off down here… but then, Nate’s door was open with the lights on, and I know I was only peeking for a moment, but I was sure he wasn’t in there.
With my glass of water in hand, I go exploring. Both the kitchen and dining room are empty so I go searching through the formal dining and living rooms. They’re also empty. So, assuming the hallway closets and bathrooms are clear, I head for the den where the boys have basically transformed the informal living area into the ultimate man cave and I have to admit, the room is awesome.
I walk around the corner and notice the lights in the room are dimmed right down, then come to a screeching halt as I find Nate, shirtless on the couch with a girl naked as the day she was born grinding down on his lap. It’s not hard to tell that from her long dark hair, this girl is definitely not Ashley.
His hands squeeze into her waist as she thrusts her tits into his face. He takes advantage of the situation and sucks her nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sight and find myself staring. I should be scrambling away like an idiot, but instead, I’m glued to the floor, watching the show before me.
Nate turns his head and locks his eyes on me before smirking and turning back to the girl. He gets on with what he was doing and my mouth pops open. I mean, the girl clearly has no idea that I’m here, but apparently, Nate is more than happy to have me watch the show. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked me to join, and honestly, from the absolute pleasure the girl looks to be in, I might even consider it.
The girl throws her head back and moans as Nate works his tongue over her nipple and I snap back to reality. I tear my eyes away and turn my back before scurrying away like I should have done in the first place.
I hear his soft chuckle behind me and I do my best to tune it out before I dash up the stairs for the second time tonight, again with a need to throw up.
I close my door behind me and make sure to lock it before I put the glass of water down and dive under the covers, desperate to get that image of Nate out of my head.
He’s the guy I’m supposed to hate, instead, watching him like that… well, it was hot and I find myself desperate for a taste.
Shit.
Nate is an asshole. Nate is an asshole. Nate is an asshole.
But the way he worked his tongue over her nipple. Far out. That girl was in ecstasy. I can only imagine how good he’d be at everything else. I mean, the guy certainly has a reputation.