Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
He yanks on his boxers and scoops up his clothes in his hands. I grab my briefs off the floor, tugging them up over me, uncaring that I should clean myself up better. His hand is on the doorknob, but I make it to him before he can escape. I kiss him hard enough that he moans and then bites my lip.
“Go,” I tease, pulling away. “Before I don’t let you.”
He leans in and nips at my neck. “It gets harder and harder to leave you.”
My chest tightens at his words. It’s unfair. Why can’t we just be together? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe our dads would be annoyed at first but then get over it. Hope is a dangerous game I want so badly to play.
He twists the knob and pulls open the door. With his clothes still in his grip, he starts out the door, but I already miss his touch. My lips find his again, both of us grinning as we kiss.
Someone clears their throat.
All heat and fire and lust are snuffed out in an instant as ice-cold dread rushes through my veins. Canyon jerks away from me as if that will make a difference and turns toward our visitor.
Visitors.
Dad and Ryan are both wearing matching glares. Not disgusted. Not horrified. Pissed off. Infuriated. Angry as fuck. My stomach does a somersault as I stumble over my words, trying to explain what it is they saw.
What did they see?
Their sons half-naked, sticky with cum and lube, making out like their lives depend on it.
Oh, God.
They had to have heard us fucking.
Bile rises up my throat, and the room spins. “I think…I think I’m going to be sick.”
“The bug got you too?” Dad asks, his words sharp like a blade.
“It’s not his fault,” Canyon blurts out. “I did this.”
Tears spring in my eyes. I’m moved that he’d try and defend me—to protect my relationship with Dad—but it’s too little too late. They know I was an active participant. Hell, five minutes ago, I was in charge.
Dad plucks his glasses off his face and scrubs a palm down over his pinched features. Ryan grips the back of his neck as though to steady him. All I can do is stare at them, nauseous and afraid of the fallout.
“Dad, I can explain—” I start, hot tears leaking down my cheeks.
“No,” Dad snaps, his face twisted into a furious sneer. “I’m not talking to you until you put some fucking clothes on and cover up all that.” He whips his hand in my direction, and I can almost feel Canyon’s hickeys on me glowing up the room.
A choked sob leaves my throat. Turning on my heel, I dart for the bedroom. I can hear Canyon behind me calling out, but I don’t stop. Rushing to the toilet, I fall to my knees and dry heave.
What have I done?
What the fuck have I done?
Canyon
Everything in me screams to go after him. I can hear him gagging in the other room, for fuck’s sake. But, based on the warning glare Dad is giving me, I need to tread carefully. Since I’m not about to have this conversation half-naked, I set my clothes down on the table. After yanking on my jeans and shirt, I cross my arms over my chest, aiming my stare toward my father.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” he mutters, bitter disapproval in his tone.
Quinn’s face is red with anger, and he can’t look at me. He’s begun pacing beside Dad. My gaze drifts back toward Alis’s doorway, but Dad’s voice commands attention.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dad spits out. “Is this some ploy to get back at me?”
Hot fury explodes inside me, making my limbs tremble. “Are you serious? Not everyone is an asshole, Daddy Dearest.”
Dad takes a step forward, quickly losing his cool. “Do not take that tone with me, Son. You want to act like a fucking man, then I’ll treat you like one. Trying to make me pay for what happened between your mother and me is one thing, but going to these lengths to ruin their lives is too fucking far.”
“I’m not trying to do anything, Dad, and I’m certainly not going to ruin Alis’s life. This isn’t a game to us. It’s not all about you, for fuck’s sake!”
“You’re goddamned kids who are more interested in getting your dicks wet than what will happen to this family when it blows up in your faces!”
“You sure as hell weren’t worried about what happened to this family when you got your dick wet with your best friend!”
Quinn grips Dad’s bicep, keeping him from moving toward me. Dad and I keep our scowls locked on each other. It’s not until we hear a soft voice that the tension breaks.
“What’s going on?” Carrie asks, hugging her middle as she walks out of her room. “Why is everyone yelling?”