Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Does he know that?”
“Would it matter if he didn’t?” I remark playfully and his scowl deepens. “Don’t be like that.”
“I don’t want him taking advantage. He’s a shit when it comes to women.”
I close my eyes but my smile doesn’t vanish. “You sound jealous. Do you want a piece of him instead?”
When his dirty sleep shirt hits me in the face I squeal and throw it back.
“I’ll keep away if you like him,” I jest. “Just say the word… ACK!”
He dives on me and I know what’s coming before he starts. He licks his hands and as I battle to keep him away, he rubs one on my face and then the other.
“You arse!” I yell, twisting under him as he straddles me and laughs at my disgust. “Let go.”
I buck him off but we both tumble from the bed and onto the floor with a thud. I land on him so I’m fine but he looks a bit dazed.
I use this moment to my advantage and straddle him like he just did to me.
He laughs uncontrollable, his chest heaving and his eyes squeezing shut as I dig my fingertips into his sides.
“Stop,” he begs but that’s not our magic word. He tries to grab my wrists but I twist them this way and that, keeping them out of his hold.
Suddenly his demeanor changes, he stops laughing and his body goes still.
“Stop,” he says firmly this time.
“Nope,” I laugh, still tickling him.
“I said stop!” he yells and with a strength he’s never used on me before he rolls me over and pins me down, my hands above my head.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing the look in his eyes as one I’ve not seen before.
His chest heaves aggressively as he tries to catch his breath.
“Nothing,” he murmurs and smiles sweetly at me. “I thought I was going to pee myself.”
“Urrrp,” I laugh dramatically while pretending to vomit. Then I feel something else. Something I didn’t notice until I shifted in a way that has it pressing directly between my parted thighs. “You have a boner.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, scrunching his face up in disgust. “It’s been a while since I got laid and you were wriggling on top of it… there’s only so much stimulation it can take before it starts to say hello.”
I have no words. This has never happened before. I’ve seen him get morning wood but never has he reacted this way to me. Or if he has, he’s hidden it well.
We just stay on the floor, him still between my thighs, my arms still pinned above my head.
“You need to move,” I whisper.
He grinds against me and groans, a tingle shoots up my spine. Of course it feels good. He’s stimulating an area that is supposed to feel good.
“Not like that!” I screech, staring into his dilated pupils.
He starts laughing and collapses on top of me, crushing me into the ground.
“Dude, you are crossing so many boundaries right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely and with a smile on his face he climbs off my body and covers himself with his hands. “Are you okay?” I nod. “Are we okay?”
“Of course,” I reply, standing and looking at him as he grabs the pillow from his bed and places it over his thing when he sits down. “Is this suddenly weird between us?”
He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I’ll jerk off to some porn and go get laid this weekend. My body doesn’t know we’re friends and my dad was saying all this shit to me yesterday that has only succeeded in confusing me.”
I try not to panic at that and ask, “What shit?”
“He just pointed out all the reasons you’re basically marriage material.” He looks as though he’s gauging my reaction so I make a point to not react. “But we’re us. Marriage, sex, kids, that’ll all ruin everything.”
I hum my agreement and move toward the door. “Tell your dad to stay out of our business.”
“I will.”
“We’re best friends, Mad,” I call over my shoulder. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.”
What the fuck is his dad doing? Is he not content with playing with me that now he has to bring his son into the equation too?
Sargent
I woke up when I heard Maddox leave. That boy does work hard. I don’t have to work as much because of the slack he’s picking up, that and I’m boss. Most of that shit is done for me.
I brush my teeth, shower, and when I re-enter my room, there’s a very perturbed-looking Tempest waiting for me.
She’s truly beautiful today. Her hair is damp and hanging over her shoulders, her nipples are visible through the fabric of her white shirt. I should give her my card to buy new clothing but then I wouldn’t get to see her perky round tits nearly every day.
Her greenish-hazel eyes are alight with her anger but that doesn’t stop her from getting a good look at my bare chest.