Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I have my hand on the closet door when there’s an agonized shout from Gabby’s room, followed by the clatter of something hitting the hardwood floor. I don’t even think about what I’m doing before I barrel through the door to the shared bathroom and burst into Gabriella’s room, expecting to find her lying injured on the floor and in need of rescue.
Maybe I am channeling the rescuing prince today.
Instead, I find her lying on her bed, legs spread wide and pussy bared, panting as her magic wand vibrator spins out of control on the floor. Her glazed eyes lock onto mine, shock cutting through the aftermath of what I now realize was an orgasm, not a domestic accident. With her blonde hair spilling out over the pillows, she really looks like a fairy-tale princess. At least, one who’s gotten to the end of the fairy tale and is seeking her happily ever after ending.
Blake and Dalton stumble into me from behind, and I’m almost propelled headfirst onto Gabby’s bed, just as she finally snaps into action and jumps up, her skirt falling to cover her nakedness.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Grabbing the vibrator, she stands before us like an avenging angel clutching an instrument of heavenly wrath. When she finds the switch, the low hum it was emitting stops immediately, and then the room is silent.
Silent except for my blood rushing in my ears and my heart hammering in my chest.
“GET OUT,” she yells, her face redder than a tomato ripened in the summer sun. “GET OUT!”
I take a step back, treading on Blake’s foot. When I turn, I find my two brothers stunned into an open-mouthed stupor. “You heard her. Get out.”
I hook my arm into Dalton’s and drag him back through the bathroom, turning to make sure Blake is following. He is, thank goodness.
The bathroom door slams on Gabby’s side and locks.
And in the aftermath of that click, I stare at my brothers, not quite believing what has just happened. And definitely not believing what we just saw.
Gabriella Cross masturbating. I just saw the pussy of the girl I’ve been crushing on for years. And instead of being mortified for her, I want to close my eyes and think about that image to cement it into my brain forever. I’ve never wanted a photographic memory more than I do at this moment.
“Did you see that?” Dalton mutters, his shock still making him appear like a startled goldfish. He rubs the back of his neck, shaking his head.
“No, I ran in there with my eyes closed,” I snort.
“We just heard Travis’s little sister come,” Blake says, chuckling devilishly.
“It sounded painful,” Dalton muses.
“It’s a fucking waste,” I say. “A travesty. An injustice that such a gorgeous girl has to resort to battery operated pleasure.”
Blake slumps onto Travis’s bed, folding his arms behind his head. “Maybe you should offer her your cock, you know, as community service.”
“Maybe you should shut your fucking mouth,” I say.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Dalton says. “I think I will.”
The murderous rage I feel thunder through me hits me off guard. “Like fuck you will,” I hiss, as my body primes for violence.
“Maybe we all should,” Blake muses. “I mean, that vibrator was some serious kit, and it’s only early evening right now. The girl was too thirsty to wait until the cover of darkness. Aaaannnd…” He drags out the word as though he wants to emphasize that he’s about to make his most important point. “…we’ve all been crushing on Gabriella Cross since before we grew hair on our balls. It’s the only solution that would be fair and equitable.”
“Do you hear yourself?” I snarl. “You’re talking about Travis’s little sister, a girl we grew up with, a girl we should respect.”
“Oh, I respect her. I respect her need for pleasure that doesn’t come from a hard, plastic object. I respect her enough to lend her the use of my most prized body part.”
“Not your brain, then,” Dalton mutters. The smile that tugs at the corner of his lips makes me want to punch him, but at least he’s not taking Blake’s suggestion seriously.
Blake fixes him with a knowing stare. “You’ve been beating your meat over Gabby for years.”
I swivel to fix dagger-eyes at a suddenly shifty-looking Dalton, who shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a man with eyes and a cock. And a busy right hand.”
“And you.” Blake raises his eyebrows, nodding in my direction. I don’t like how exposed it makes me feel. They’re talking about Gabby like she’s a piece of meat, but I’ve always wanted more from her than just her sweet tits and rounded ass. I’ve wanted a chance to make her smile. I’ve wanted to make her my girl.
“This isn’t right,” I say.
“Of course it is.” Blake swivels his legs off the bed and stretches his arms above his head. “If we don’t, some other asshole out there will. Watching some other asshole take the place we could occupy would eat me from the inside out. We can make her a deal. A strictly no-strings offer that will result in her ultimate satisfaction. Just until she finds a decent man to have a loving relationship with. A decent man who her brother wouldn’t want to chop into pieces for messing with his sister.”