Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Sorry, it’s so cold out here.”
“Then why are you here?”
I know for a fact both my brothers are home; Drew told me in the locker room that he planned to get dinner started.
“I have a confession to make,” she coos, steam rising from her lips.
“What’s your confession?” Spit it out. I’m starting to freeze my nut sac off. I just took a shower, so my hair is wet.
“My confession is…” She gets closer still. “I daydream about sucking you off.”
Sucking me off, i.e. blowing me.
Is she fucking kidding me right now?
Now both of Tiffany’s hands are on my chest, her body pressing into mine as intimately as two people could possibly be while standing on a porch at the tail end of fall.
I step back, shrugging her off me. “You need to go,” I say firmly. “And you’re not welcome back.”
Her mouth opens. “Are you mad?”
“Who the fuck tells a guy she wants to blow him? Are you out of your mind? I have a girlfriend, or are you the only person who hasn’t seen it on the news?”
Tiffany smirks. “Do you really think it matters if you have a girlfriend or not?”
“I’m not a cheater.”
My father was a cheater, and I will not become my father. The insinuation that I would let some chick suck on my dick when I’m in a relationship—a brand-new one, no less—blows my fucking mind.
“Oh, come on. Everyone is a cheater.”
My jaw clenches. “You need to get the fuck off my porch.”
Tiffany’s eyes are wide, probably with disbelief—not sure if it’s ’cause I cussed at her or because I’m kicking her off the property, but she’s as shocked as they come.
I don’t stand around to waste more brain cells arguing with her. I shove through the front door and slam it behind me, shouting for my brothers.
“Drew? Drake?” My backpack hits the ground at the bottom of the stairway.
Both of them appear in the doorway of the kitchen, Drew with a dishrag in his hand.
“Those girls from next door aren’t allowed here again, do you understand me?”
Drake steps forward. “What happened?”
“Tiffany just offered to give me a blow job, knowing I have a girlfriend.”
Drew steps around him. “Wait—you have a girlfriend?”
“Wait—Tiffany wants to blow you?”
They are not helping.
“If someone is going to suck my dick, it’s going to be Ryann, not the grasping bitch next door. Got it?” I walk past them into the kitchen, angry that they’re making a mockery of the situation.
“Dude, where are you going? You can’t drop a bomb like that and not explain yourself!” Drake steps in line behind me to keep up, riding my ass all the way to the kitchen, giving me no personal space.
“Do you know how fucked up my week has been?” I rake a hand through my hair, frustrated.
“No, actually, we don’t. You haven’t told us shit in weeks.”
Not true, but whatever. “I’ve been seeing Ryann—we’re going to date exclusively—which ought to make Eli happy since he wants me to be more warm and fuzzy. Then I get home just now, and who’s on the porch? Your little buddy, Tiffany, who damn well had to know I was seen kissing Ryann outside the stadium after our last game.”
I have no idea if the words spewing from my mouth make any sense, but the twins nod.
“Yeah, we saw that but didn’t want to ask you about it.”
“Speaks for itself, yeah?”
They nod again, two identical bobbing heads.
“Anyway. Fucking Tiffany was outside when I got home. Did you know that?”
They shake their heads.
“Pretty sure she was trying to kiss me when she propositioned me. I mean, who fucking does that?”
“Ummm…” Drake draws the word out. “So many chicks have offered to suck my dick.”
Drew and I both gawk at him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Drake leans against the counter, crossing his arms. “I have a few buddies who are bouncers in town. Girls are always asking to suck their dicks to get into the clubs.”
That much I knew, but I’ve never had anyone approach me personally about it. Thought it was an urban legend.
“Guess I’m not approachable enough,” I grumble.
“Welp.” Drake slaps me on the back. “You are now that you have a girlfriend.”
Drew laughs.
I do not laugh.
I’m also not laughing three hours later when Drake sticks his head through my doorway, grim expression on his face.
“What’s that look for?”
“Have you seen the campus tattler?”
“What the fuck is the campus tattler?”
Seriously, the dumb names people come up with.
“It’s the gossip app where students post shit they’ve seen and heard around campus.”
Sounds idiotic. Where do they come up with this crap?
“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it.” I pause, setting down the TV remote. “Why?”
Drake steps over the threshold, holding his phone in my direction. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
I squint at it, eyes adjusting to the light shining in my eyes.