Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Yeah, what about it?”
Janine fixes me with a look.
“Well, it turns out that they took pictures and videos of the guests, as party favors.” This makes me whistle in astonishment, my eyes wide.
“Really?” I ask. After this is all over, I’ll need to see those. I bet Emily looks insanely sexy in them. She always looks her best when she’s coming hard, and I’d love to see a photo of my huge dick buried in her snatch as she trembles with climax.
“You didn’t get them?” Janine asks, quirking her head to the side.
I shake my head.
“No, but Tucker’s the one who bought our tickets on-line. Maybe he got them.”
Janine nods.
“Yes, well they were sent to us today,” she continues. “To make a long story short, our mom walked in on us when we were looking at them, and she saw everything.” I glance at the girls, tears streaming down their faces as they replay the memory.
“What do you mean, everything?” I breathe.
“Everything,” Janine emphasizes through gritted teeth.
“She told our dad, and they totally freaked out,” Emily says, wiping her eyes again. “Not just about the orgy and us having sex in public, but we told them that we were dating you guys, and that only made it worse.”
I squint.
“How so?”
Janine fixes me with a look.
“They think you and Tucker warped our minds and took advantage of us because of how young we are,” she states.
“They called you perverts,” Emily adds. “They were angry and threatened to call the police.”
Fuck. That hits home. My heart sinks as, suddenly, my misgivings about getting involved with Emily come flooding back. I thought I’d gotten over it and accepted that I’m not some dirty old man, and that it’s fine. That this isn't wrong in every way. But clearly, it’s still an issue.
“We tried to explain otherwise, but Harry and Joan basically gave us an ultimatum,” Janine explains.
“Let me guess,” I growl. “End things with us or move out?”
“Yes,” Emily whispers, looking down at her hands.
“But the choice was obvious,” her sister states in a stronger voice. “So here we are.”
At that moment, the front door opens and Tucker strolls in, oblivious to what’s going on. But when he sees the girls on the couch, his face lights up, and then drops a split second later when he sees they’re crying. Janine rushes over to him and throws herself in his arms, sobbing.
“What happened?” he breathes into her hair as he wraps his arms around her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
I can hear Janine’s muffled voice as she buries her face in Tucker’s chest, recounting the tale, while I carry the two hot chocolates to the coffee table, where Emily is still sniffling. I set the steaming mugs down and wrap my arms around my girlfriend, feeling her melt into me with a sobbing sigh.
“Don’t worry,” I growl, hating myself for putting her in this position. “Your parents will come around, honey. They love you.”
“I don’t know about that,” she replies in a muffled tone.
“They will, you’ll see,” I state in a firm tone, if only to convince myself. “And until they do, you can live with us.”
My brother overhears and nods in agreement.
“In fact, you two should move in straight away,” he rasps, walking to the couch with his arm around Janine’s shoulder. “There’s no sense in trying to talk them around. Joan and Harry are upset right now, and they’re not going to bend in the next hour or two. For now, you should live with us.”
The girls share a look.
“I suppose so,” Emily murmurs.
Janine nods.
“We have no place else to go,” she says, being practical. “But we don’t have anything with us at the moment. No clothes, no make-up, no nothing. And I couldn’t spend another moment under the same roof as those fossils,” she scoffs, referring to her parents.
“Don’t worry,” Tucker says, kissing her. “Jason and I will sneak in through the window tonight, as soon as it’s dark, and get you what you absolutely need. School materials and stuff. Everything else, like clothes, we’ll buy you new. Right, Jason?”
“Of course,” I growl. I’d be willing to do anything to help make this easier on Emily. Janine beams at this offer, but Emily looks concerned.
“But what if you get caught?” she breathes. “Harry and Joan will have you arrested for trespassing.” She blinks up at me with her huge doe-eyes, her eyelashes stuck together with tears. I long to scoop her up and carry her into my bedroom.
“We won’t,” I grin, and brush my lips along her temple. “Don’t worry about us. It’s ridiculous that we’re forty-five-year-old men going in through a window, but if that’s what got me your curves, then it’s worth it.” I feel Emily shiver at my touch.
“We’ve climbed into that window a million times by now,” Tucker adds. “We’ve never been caught before, and we sure as hell won’t be tonight. Not least because it’s the last thing your parents will expect.”