Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Me.
Not my damn brother.
She has to know.
I wish she would say my name…
But what if she says Drew’s? Then what, you asshole?
I’d be getting what I deserved.
Karma is a bitch.
“Mmm,” Daisy moans. “Ooooohh,” she pants. “So good, oh god….”
Hands keeping her spread apart, nose and mouth and lips pressed into her core, she’s mine—all mine—all her quivering thighs and frantic moans and panties shoved to the side.
Come for me, baby.
Come on my fucking face.
thirty-one
daisy
I slept in old, high waisted granny panties last night and I’ve never been happier.
I can count on one hand how many times a guy has gone down on me.
One hand.
They either love it or they don’t, and it so happens I’ve only dated guys who don’t.
Drake is a giver—who knew?
Eager and enthusiastic, he went at me as if I was the last pussy he was going to lick, making as many sounds as I was. Loud. Moaning. Humming in the back of his throat.
I’m still panting when he helps me off the counter; still catching my breath when he helps me slide the jeans back up to my waist so I can put myself back together. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: face flush, eyes bright. Even my hair is a bit mussed, though his hands weren’t in it, and I wonder what it looks like from behind.
If I walk out of this bathroom looking as if I’ve just been thoroughly fucked, it’s because I have been. Sort of.
What will Drew say when he sees me?
Oh god.
The thought makes me blush harder, the freckles on my skin like dots of guilt spattering my cheeks.
I button my own pants, nudging Drake’s hands away, dipping my head to the side when he leans in for another kiss.
“I should get back.”
To say the vibe in the bathroom has suddenly gotten awkward is an understatement, partly due to the fact I have zero clue how to behave. No clue what to say.
He is not my date, and I let him go down on me.
Who knows how long I’ve been gone—if my date had sent up a search party looking for us, then where would we be?
Drake washes his hands.
Wipes his mouth with toilet paper, a reminder of where that mouth had been.
When he takes the bathroom key out of his pocket, I hear it jingle as I unlock the door from the inside, his body stepping in on my space, his hand brushing my lower back. His lips kiss the crown of my hair.
“Did you just kiss my head?”
How are we supposed to behave when we go back to the party? I feel like I’m parading around with the words WE HAD ORAL written across my forehead the same way Benny is marked with PLEDGE, the beard burn between my legs I will surely feel for days.
Am I supposed to act like Drake is Drew? Am I supposed to act like I don’t know which twin he is?
Shit.
I am in so much trouble.
Except, when I return to the back patio, I cannot find my date. That tall brown-haired cutie is nowhere to be found.
The blonde Drake was chatting with is in the yard now, laughing at something a frat boy is saying; she gives her hair a toss when Drake and I enter the yard, poignantly looking in our direction.
The brothers are tall. He should not be easy to miss.
I double back, going inside the house, scanning the living room and kitchen.
No Drew.
Dammit.
“Where’s your brother?” I ask, glancing around the front room near the door which is apparently called a foyer, with its sweeping grand staircase leading to the second level of this massive house.
All this wasted on a bunch of drunk dudes.
“Let me text him. Better yet.” Drake is still behind me. He taps a random guy passing by on the arm to get his attention, and they gaze around the room. “Remy, have you seen my brother?”
Remy shakes his head. “Nah, man, I think he bounced.”
“Bounced?”
The big dude claps Drake on the shoulder. “He’s gone.” Pauses. “You want a beer?”
“No thanks.”
“Gone?” My lips part at the news. “But why would he leave me here?”
Momentarily, I forget who I’m with—forget I’m pretending this is the twin I came here with and his brother was at the party too as a coincidence.
Drew was my ride, why would he ditch me?
We had a plan!
Granted, I was in the bathroom practically boning his twin, but still—he DOES NOT KNOW THAT!
“…Twintuition. It’s this feelin we get sometimes—I feel the hallowness in my stomach he’s feelin’ right now…”
Oh god, what if he felt his brother’s hard-on while he was going down on me? What if he felt how horny Drake was. What if—
“He said…” He lifts his gaze, clearing his throat. “I should bring you home. He, um, also said…” Drake’s head bends as he reads his phone. “I’m not allowed home until we clear everything up.”