Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Sick, sick, sick, Rylie.
Yet, I don’t stop.
I imagine things no girl should think of when she pleasures herself. Thoughts that could lead to actions with awful consequences. When I think of his teeth biting my fingers, I orgasm. Hard, violent, unapologetic.
I just had an orgasm to thoughts of my brother.
Shame slides through me like oil spreading on a lake. It’s dirty and coats every part of me inside and out. Black and wrong.
I can’t do that again.
My clit throbs in response.
Maybe just once more…
Me: Did you listen to that song I sent?
Hudson: You sent me like ten. Which one?
Me: All of them, nerd.
Hudson: I like the third one.
I smile as I read his text. The third one was my favorite too.
Hudson: How are you? You haven’t had any more of those thoughts, have you?
Heat flushes across my skin.
Me: What?
How does he know?
Hudson: Hurting yourself, Ry. You haven’t thought about it anymore, have you?
I let out a ragged breath of realization. Those thoughts. Not the shameful ones. Got it.
Me: No. Not really.
My phone starts ringing and I hurry to answer it. If Aunt Becky knew I was staying up until two in the morning texting, she’d take my phone away. Again. It took apologizing and helping Aunt Becky pull weeds to make up for smashing her mirror, but I eventually got my phone replaced and privileges back.
“What?” I whisper.
Hudson chuckles. Deep and throaty. It vibrates straight to my core. If I said I only touched myself twice that day in the shower, I’d be a liar. I’ve touched myself every time in the shower since.
“Most people say hello when they answer the phone,” he says, amusement in his tone.
“I’m not like most people.”
His laughter dies and he grows serious. “Rylie, what does that mean? ‘Not really?’”
My heart rate picks up at his concern. “I just meant that yes, I get sad a lot, but talking to you helps.”
He lets out a heavy breath. “Don’t ever say shit like that to me again.” He pauses for a moment. “I was so fucking scared when I got the call from Aunt Becky. I thought I lost you too,” he murmurs.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I really am.”
“You should be in bed,” he grumbles.
“I am in bed.”
“Smartass.”
I slide my hand under the blanket and delve into my panties. My fingers lightly brush against my clit as I try to steady my breathing. “Will the hurt ever go away?”
“I hope so.”
We’re both quiet for a moment.
“I miss you,” I whine, tears threatening. I’m overwhelmed by thoughts and sensations. I want to cry and crawl into his lap. I want to touch myself and think of him. I want to scream and destroy my room. I want it all. All at once. It’s maddening as I try to sort it all out in my head.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises. “You should get some sleep.”
Lazily, I rub myself between my thighs, enjoying the sparks of pleasure that buzz through me. It feels forbidden to touch myself while talking to him. “Did you tell Amy yet?”
“No.”
“When are you going to tell her?”
“Probably on my break,” he says with a heavy sigh.
“Did you see Jada anymore?”
“I’ve seen her, but we haven’t messed around.”
“Did you kiss her?
He swallows audibly. “Yeah, once before. But what was so bad was I let her blow me.”
I close my eyes as I envision some beautiful woman on her knees in front of Hudson. Did he fist her hair? Did she swallow his cum? “You didn’t have sex with her?”
“No,” he growls.
I rub my clit faster and faster, growing dizzy by how good it feels and how it’s heightened by being on the phone with him.
“Rylie.” His voice is sharp and commanding. It sends me over the edge. I bite on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. My breathing is heavy, but I get it to calm down before I answer him.
“Y-Yes?”
“Go to sleep, heathen.”
I’m happy.
Really happy.
The sensation is a foreign one, but I clutch onto it desperately.
Hudson will be here soon. I’ve missed him like crazy. As soon as I hear his car door slam out front, I take off out the door. I run straight for him and throw myself into his arms. He chuckles when I nearly knock him over. My legs are latched at his waist and my arms around his neck.
God, he smells so good.
“I missed you,” I murmur against his neck.
“Hey, Rylie,” Amy says from nearby.
Embarrassed to have an audience, I slide down his body to my feet. When I glance over at her, she’s smiling at me with the fakest smile ever.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I bite out as I pull away from my brother.
“Don’t be a brat,” Hudson teases and playfully tugs at a strand of my hair. “Amy and I picked up food and some Redbox movies. Thought we could get the week started. I did promise you movies.” He grins at me. Wide and adorable and boyish.