Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Darby’s trying to cockblock me.”
Elicea snorts from where she’s sitting. “Please, you do that all on your own,” she says as Storm nods in agreement.
“What do you mean?”
Elicea looks to Storm and nods her head, indicating for her to speak. “You hit on anything with two legs and tits, nearly every woman who’s met you knows this.”
“So, are you saying that hinders me? Could a woman not find that attractive?”
Elicea laughs. “Yes, Falcon, it hinders you. Why don’t you stop being a playboy and try talking to a girl without checking out her tits, or better yet, speaking to her as if all you want to do is fuck her?” Storm says.
“What else is there to do? Fucking is everything!”
The boys groan.
“You’ll never win her, you know that.”
I smile. “Who said I want to win her, I just want to fuck her.”
12
Ariel ‘Raven’
Have you ever wanted to cause bodily harm to someone before in your life? Because I have, and it’s to the man standing opposite me, blocking my path from leaving Tracey’s. Somehow, he seems to be here at the same time I am. We go years without seeing each other, and now I can’t seem to get rid of him no matter how hard I try.
“Falcon, leave her alone,” Tracey says coming to stand behind me. “She needs to stay. Mum and Dad are coming over and I have news. I want her to be a part of it.” I take a step backward, and I go and sit on one of the couches. Falcon sits opposite, watching me the entire time. “That’s a bit creepy, brother.”
He sits back and smiles. “Ariel kissed me the other night.” My mouth falls open in shock. Tracey looks to me then to Falcon and back to me.
“You didn’t, did you? That’s like feeding the beast,” she jokes but is deadly serious.
“I didn’t, it was forced.”
Falcon coughs in his seat and shakes his head. “If you call sticking your tongue down my throat forced, I would have to agree.”
Just then Tracey’s girlfriend, Vicki, walks out and sits next to her.
“I did not.”
He leans forward. “Oh, but you did, and I happened to like it.” He sits back in his seat. “A lot. Let’s do it again.”
“It was a mistake,” I say staring at him. My eyes are hard, showing him that I am being serious.
“A mistake we will make time and time again.”
I wave him off with my hand as a knock sounds on the door. Falcon gets up to answer and lets his parents in. They are very good people and I loved spending time with his family growing up. His mother kisses my cheek and pats my back before she moves on, and his father bear hugs me tightly before he taps my head like I’m still little.
“Haven’t seen you two…” she waves between Falcon and myself, “… in a room together for a very long time,” his mother says smiling. Falcon doesn’t come back with any smart-ass retorts. He’s respectful in front of his parents and he always has been.
“I’ve tried my best to avoid it,” I say through a fake smile.
His father laughs and shakes his head. “You might have to try harder, son.”
Falcon’s easygoing smile comes through as he speaks to his father, “I haven’t put the moves on her yet, Dad.” Falcon turns to look at me and winks.
I pretend to barf and Falcon shakes his head as Tracey stands holding her girlfriend’s hand. Their parents weren’t okay with Tracey telling them she wanted to marry a woman, their beliefs are different to ours. They grew up with very black-and-white opinions on life, though I like to think they have come around now as they support Tracey even though it didn’t start off like that.
“It seems serious. Is it serious?” their mother asks with a concerned look on her face. I turn to look at Falcon, to see he’s watching his parents as he waits for what is to come, but part of me thinks he already knows.
“It is.” Tracey takes a deep breath. “We’re going to have a baby.” Everyone’s silent for a second before I get up from the couch and hug both of them telling them congratulations.
“I don’t understand, how?” Tracey’s father asks confused.
Tracey looks to Falcon. “Falcon helped.”
“He slept with your wife?” his mother asks while they all shake their heads.
“No, we wanted our child to be related to me as much as possible. So, what better way than my brother donating.”
Honestly, I sit there shocked. Falcon’s hand is now on Tracey’s back as he tries to keep her calm. When did he move over to her, I don’t even remember.
“So, the baby will be your brother’s?” their mother asks, trying to piece it all together. She doesn’t seem upset, just confused.
“No, Mom, the baby is Tracey’s. Not mine. Now wish them congratulations.”