Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
If this was her way of punishing me, she could count on more trouble.
The closer she drew to her orgasm, the more captivated I became. And when she finally reached her peak, I was hard enough to break a brick.
The three of us looked on as she slumped on the couch, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. She wasn’t at all shy or bothered by her nakedness even though we stood fully clothed.
A minute or two must have passed, and no one said a goddamn word. I think Houston and Rich were as speechless as I was. Maybe even more so since they didn’t know the reason behind her stunt.
When she could trust her legs again, Braxton stood, grabbed my pillow, and tossed it at my feet. While she disappeared inside the bunks, I stared at my pillow, admiring the wet spot she’d left behind.
Touché.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up.
Loren was too loose a cannon and a terrible influence. He made me want to throw caution to the wind and beg Braxton to give us a second chance.
We hadn’t come to that part of the plan yet.
Right now, we were trying to make her see that she didn’t want to be without us. I knew whatever the reason for Braxton’s behavior tonight, Loren was behind it. And with him off his leash, for every step forward, we were bound to take two steps back.
I heard the shower running when I pushed inside the bunk area and knew Braxton was washing away the remnants of her private show. Spotting a scrap of purple lace on the floor, I swooped them up just as Loren pushed through the door. Feeling my fingers brush something white and sticky, I immediately tossed the material away.
“What the—is that jizz?” I yelped.
Staring at the lace hanging from the toe of Loren’s boot now, I realized they were Braxton’s panties. Why was there cum on Braxton’s panties? I was pissed off, wondering who it had come from since it sure as fuck hadn’t been me. It couldn’t have been Houston or Loren either since we were all in the doghouse together. I don’t recall ever being this angry as I considered the possibility that Braxton had fucked someone else.
I didn’t realize I was storming toward the bathroom, ready to interrupt Braxton’s shower, until Loren caught me.
“Relax, man. It’s mine.”
Whirling on him, I shoved him back. “How did your cum get on Braxton’s panties?”
“As much as I wish it was what you think, it’s not, so chill. I used them last night.”
“You used them,” I echoed. I waited for him to explain.
Loren’s face balled up in irritation. “I beat my dick and nutted in them, bro. You want a fucking play-by-play?”
“So you left them for her to find, and that’s why she put on that show?”
“Not quite.” Loren scratched his fucked-up head while I waited for the other shoe to drop. “She kind of saw me, and that’s the reason for her show.” I didn’t realize my desire to hit him until I’d already bloodied his nose. “What the hell was that for?” he had the nerve to shout.
Gripping his collar with both hands, I shoved him against the door hard enough to make the wood splinter. He tried to push me off, but with his head tilted back and one hand busy trying to stop the bleeding, he couldn’t.
“Make this the last time I tell you to leave her the hell alone or you’re out.”
Forgetting about his busted nose, Loren dropped his hand to stare at me through the slits his eyes made. “You think I need you to win over Brax?”
“I think you know she won’t just choose one of us. She won’t risk what it will do to our friendship.” Or what’s left of it. “It’s all or nothing with Brax.”
“Does she know that?” he quipped.
Probably not. “She will.”
“So you’re willing to screw yourself just to make sure I don’t get her?”
“Doing this means we’re a unit. Every move you make, you make for all of us, so if you don’t deserve her, neither do we.”
I could see Loren mulling over my point before he gave in with a sigh. “Still seems a little dramatic. I practically admitted I’m in love with her.”
Letting him go, I took a step back with my brow raised. “I can always put you in a wheelchair. You won’t need your legs to give her your heart.”
Flipping me off, he yanked open the door and rushed for the half bath we never used instead of the one Braxton still occupied.
While Loren took care of his face, I washed my hands in the kitchen sink. I then sat on the couch where Houston was watching a clip from our show tonight.