Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I always have fun here. These are two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever met. They’re wired like me. The three of us have been hooking up casually for months.
The last few times, though, something’s been off.
Kylie kisses my chest and closes her eyes. Tara runs her hand through my hair and mumbles something sleepily right before she falls asleep, too.
I bite my bottom lip and stare up at the ceiling above me.
What?
What is it?
Why do I have this off feeling every time I have sex?
I’ve been getting around a bit—more than I normally do, actually.
One girl, two girls, twins… Hell, I even did three at once the other night.
It seems like I’m searching for the reason; trying to gain some kind of perspective as to why I’m feeling unhinged lately.
I used to go out, have fun, pick up on the way home, fuck hard, and then wake up feeling like a million dollars.
But not lately.
My mind goes to Tully at once, and her sharp words come back to the forefront of my mind.
You make me feel dirty.
I get a vision of her and my stomach tightens.
I wonder what she’s doing right now?
Tara snuggles against my chest. It makes me frown. I don’t want to be here.
I slowly peel the girls off of me, and I climb out of the bed. Normally, I would stay the night and have more of both of them for breakfast before I leave in the morning.
I walk into the bathroom, flick the light on, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is wild, my face flushed, and my cock’s still semi-hard.
I just blew five time. I should be relaxed to a near comatosed state.
So, why aren’t I?
You make me feel dirty.
Five words have never stung so much.
I scratch my head in frustration and go outside to the spa bath to retrieve my clothes. I get a vision of myself sitting on the side of the spa as the girls took turns sucking my cock.
Jesus.
I walk inside and pull my jeans up as I look at the two beautiful women asleep, naked on the bed.
What the fuck’s going on with me?
I throw on my shirt and shoes, grab my keys, and quietly leave.
Once in my car, I pull out into the night, winding the window down to let the wind run through my hair.
There are no cars on the road at 3:00 a.m. but I don’t want to go home just yet.
I drive to the beach, park my car, get out and walk down to the sand. I sit for a while with my hands over my knees, and then I finally lie back to rest on my elbows, just watching the waves roll in. The sea breeze blows across my face, and I run my hand through the sand as I stare into the night.
What is it?
What’s wrong?
“Okay, so we have cross-checked all hotels where the name Chancellor has been used and there’s only this one we can find,” Ben says. “If he was seeing a man on the side, I’m not sure when he did it. His wife says he didn’t go out at night or on weekends, and he never seemed to have a day off work. The only times we can see that he had the opportunity is where we caught him on the security tapes.”
“What’s your point?” I ask.
“Either one more of the girls in the footage is a transvestite or…” He pauses.
“Or what?” I frown.
“Or he was seeing someone at work and they were fucking in the bathroom.”
I nod as I process the information. “Have you put the feelers out to see if anyone thinks he was that way inclined?”
Ben shakes his head. “Yeah, but we came up empty-handed. Not one person, suspects anything.”
“Hmm.” I look at the images of the girls as they arrive and leave his hotel room. “They don’t look like trannies.” I frown.
“You’d like to think that you would be able to tell, hey?” He smirks.
“Right?” I chuckle. “Fuck, imagine getting a chick home and she flops out a cock.”
Ben laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Anyway, I’ve got to go down to the police station,” Ben says. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”
I stand in my chair. “I’ll come for a ride.”
Ben smirks as he walks out the front door.
“What?” I eye him as I follow him.
“How come you always want to come for a ride to the police station now? You fucking hate that place.”
I look at him, deadpan, and then get into the driver’s seat and start the car. “No reason,” I mutter. “It gets me out of the office.”
He smiles and throws me a cheeky wink.
We drive to the police station in silence. Eventually, I park the car and switch off the engine. “I’ll wait here.”