Huge Deal – Beyond Huge Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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“Coach will be on to you if your performance takes a sudden nosedive,” Blake warns.

“Don’t worry about me. My performance is excellent on both fields of play.”

“Thank god Gabriella can’t hear us.” I shake my head, picking up my phone to check that it’ll notify me if a message comes through. Even though we’re joking with Kain about his performance, I very much doubt Gabriella will be in need of our services tonight. Then again, what the fuck do I know about her sex drive? She could be a nympho who’s permanently attached to that vibrator. I know if I fucked her this morning, I’d be happy to fuck her this afternoon and this evening, too. The word happy doesn’t cut it. I’d be ecstatic to fuck her morning, noon, and night for the rest of my damned life.

And that’s something I’m not going to admit to my brothers.

Blake rises to deal with his plate, too. “While we’re all here, how are we going to explain the food to dad?”

“We could try passing it off as our own?” I suggest.

“Like he’s going to believe that?”

“Darleen?”

“No way. He’d want to go round and thank her for her contributions and then we’d be found out.”

“How about we say we’re paying for a home cooked delivery service?” I suggest. I know there are women who work small businesses from home offering something more wholesome than takeaway. To be honest, I don’t know why we didn’t come up with this idea sooner.

“That sounds like a plan,” Kain agrees.

“So we’ve got our stories straight and decided who’s going and when. I guess I can hit the shower.” Blake heads to the door, humming something he must have heard on the radio on the way home.

When he’s stamped his way upstairs, and Kain has finished with the dish, he returns to his place at the table, eyeing me carefully. “You really okay with all this, Dalton?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just know how much of a crush you had on Gab before.”

I straighten in my seat. “Before what?”

“Before we stopped telling each other about our crushes.”

I totally get what he’s saying. There was a time, when I hit sixteen, when I stopped talking about girls with my brothers. At least, stopped confiding the feelings part. I guess Kain is asking me if the way I felt then is the way I feel now. I’m not sure I want to share that with him.

“I’m cool, Kain. Really.”

“Good. Okay. You’ll tell me if you’re not, right?”

“Right.” I nod my agreement even though I feel uncomfortable.

My little brother’s brow draws down for just a moment, then he presses his big hands to the table and stands. “I hope it’s you next,” he says before he heads upstairs too.

“Because Blake’s such a boastful asshole?”

He shoots me a grin and nods.

And I’m left alone, holding my phone, hoping to God that when that message comes, it is going to be me next.

7

DALTON

The message comes the next day when I’m five minutes from home and covered in sweat and grime from a hard day’s work.

Gabriella - I’m in need of some ‘eggplant emoji’. Who’s gonna give it to me?

I pull over, balancing my phone in my hand, and almost drop it in my haste to respond.

Me - I’ll be there in fifteen.

It’s the quickest message I’ve ever sent. My thumbs moved at the speed of lightning. Call me Quick Draw McGraw. Gabriella’s quick to respond, too.

Gabriella - See you in fifteen, big boy.

Gabriella - What am I cooking tonight?

Me - Meatball spaghetti.

Gabriella - Sounds good to me.

Blake - Have fun, kids!

Kain - Blake! Seriously, dude. Not cool.

I toss my phone onto the passenger seat, signaling to get back into the flow of traffic, desperate to get home, shower, and head next door in record time. I squeeze my thickening cock, and blow out a long breath, the anticipation getting to me already.

This isn’t any girl. This is Gabriella Cross. My best friend’s little sister. The angel that became the first woman I ever had sexual feelings for. No one has come close to giving me butterflies the way she does. No one has ever made me stumble over my words the way she does.

Getting to finally know what it’s like to be with her is a gift I’ll never know who to thank for. But really, what I want to do is wrap my big body around hers and listen to her talk. I want to find out about her life until I feel like I know her as well as I used to.

The asshole in front of me drives so slowly I’m practically attached to his bumper. It takes every ounce of control I have not to use the horn and I curse fate for placing a snail driver in front of me whenever I need to get somewhere fast. By the time I’ve pulled my truck into our driveway, I’m sweating even more. I grab my phone and keys and storm up to the front door, fumbling with the lock in haste. I strip as I’m striding up the stairs, tossing my clothes into the hamper and getting under the water while it’s still cold.


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