Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“Intergalactic, baby.”
Flip goes out after his shower. He returns with two giggly women as Essie and I are getting ready for bed. He disappears into his room with them. And then the real fun begins.
Essie looks beyond disturbed as the moaning-giggling continues from behind his bedroom door. “How often does this happen?”
“Fairly regularly. And it’ll continue for some hours, so use these to minimize the emotional scarring.” I pass her a set of plug-in earphones. It’s easy to lose wireless headphones in bed. It took me two nights to learn that unfortunate lesson. Especially when my left earbud cut out halfway through an epic fuckfest.
Essie crams the earphones in and pulls a pillow over her head.
I’m about to do the same, but my phone buzzes with a message. I’m unsurprised it’s Tristan, but the content is unexpected.
Tristan
Wish it was me cuddling you tonight. I hope you sleep okay.
My stupid heart clenches. I need to get a handle on these feelings.
Rix
Sporking doesn’t count as cuddling. The headphones are in. Enjoy your door.
Tristan
I would settle for spooning with no sporking just to have you next to me. Night, Bea.
In the morning, I wake to the smell of freshly cooked bacon. I climb down the ladder and find a woman I’ve never seen before making breakfast. “Hey. I’m so sorry. I hope I wasn’t too loud,” she says with a slightly chagrined smile.
“I had to get up for work anyway. I’m Rix, Flip’s sister,” I explain.
Flip’s bedroom door opens, and two more women come out, both dressed in Flip’s T-shirts and sporting epic cases of bedhead. My brother is behind them, wearing boxer briefs and a sleepy half smile.
“You were busy last night,” I observe. I swore there were two women with him when he came in, so the breakfast-making third one is a mystery.
“Sure was.” He kisses the breakfast-maker on the cheek. “This smells great.”
“I figured we could all use a nutritious breakfast after last night,” she says brightly.
Yeah. This is super weird, but she’s cooking, which is better than most of Flip’s bedroom friends. Essie comes down from the loft, and Tristan eventually joins us too. He seems as surprised by Flip’s entourage of women as Essie and me.
After breakfast, Essie and I both head out. I have to work a half day, so Essie is once again visiting some friends who live in the city—they’re lucky enough to work from home. But she meets me at the office mid-day, and we stop at the grocery store to pick up stuff for our girls’ night. It’s the first time since she’s moved that I have a grocery-shopping partner. I’ve missed the little things.
Stocked with essentials, Essie and I head to Hammer’s place and make dinner with the girls. They absorb Essie into the group like she’s been part of it the entire time. Roman stays long enough to eat—he goes back for seconds and thirds and keeps complimenting us—then leaves to meet Hollis and Ashish to talk strategy about the upcoming season.
We don’t get home until late. There’s a rare note on the counter from Flip saying he’s next door watching a movie with Dred. My phone buzzes with new messages from Tristan after I’ve crawled into bed.
You need to come to my room
Essie snuggles up beside me and snickers. “Are you going?”
“No. You’re here. He can wait another forty-eight hours for pussy.” I compose a response:
Rix
For what?
Tristan
…
Rix
*shifty eyed gif*
Tristan
My balls ache. I’d feel a lot better if I could bury my face in your pussy—or other parts.
Rix
Palmela and Fingerella can take care of you
Tristan
Your hands are softer than mine
Rix
Essie is here. We’re cuddling
I send him a selfie of Essie and me snuggled in bed together. It’s a grainy, terrible photo.
Tristan
Fuck that. She’s had you for three damn days. When do we get to cuddle?
Rix
Not until Essie goes home
Tristan
I’ll book her a flight and drive her to the airport. First class. And I’ll fly you out for an away game in Vancouver so you can see her. On a weekend.
“Oh my God, he’s desperate for you,” Essie whispers.
“Desperate for my vagina, you mean.”
Tristan
I want you to come on my face
You can pick the position
I need to be inside you
I’m dying
Of blue balls
I’m about to compose a reply, but Flip comes home. Alone for once.
On Saturday, Flip and Tristan have an early practice and a promo thing in the afternoon. Essie and I make breakfast together and lounge around, soaking up the comfort of being together. In the afternoon we take over the guys’ bathroom, and Essie does my makeup since she’s a wizard with contouring. I’m not big on the nightclub scene, but Hemi has connections thanks to the team, so we’re going to some exclusive place and dressing up like thirst traps.
Tristan and Flip return from their day of volunteering at a food bank as we’re leaving. I’m fastening my strappy heels while Essie checks her clutch for her ID.