Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Now I’m lying on the queen-size bed, not even crawling underneath the fluffy white comforter, and I’m thinking about my swimming skills. Think I can stay above water alright.
That shouldn’t be my initial thought. I should probably be thinking, don’t fuck Luna. For more reasons than just her dad’s house rules.
But I’m not planning on sneaking into her room. The temptation is down the hall, and I’ve got enough control not to slip in there. Slipping in. Yeah, that just makes me picture her pussy, and my mind is wrapped around her soft body, the intoxicating floral scent of her skin, her hair, and the fucking noises she makes when I rake my hands down her hips and clutch her thighs.
My breath goes shallow. “Fuck.” I dig the heels of my palms in my eyes. “Someone just died, Paul.” I cringe just hearing my own name from my own mouth, not even knowing why I’m using it. Other than the more Lo says it, the more I’m reassociating the name to myself. Feels fucking weird.
I drop my hands. Luna’s pussy isn’t even a bad thing to dream about. I could be stuck on a sick turntable of disturbing past events. Like the kidnapping, the row house. My family. My father. My mother. Fuck.
My face screws up. Yeah, I’d rather be descending into the gorgeous unearthly depths of Luna Hale. No contest.
I palm my dick against the black drawstring pants I’m wearing. Borrowed the bottoms from Farrow. With no underwear on, I easily feel the outline of my swollen head and my cock piercings. I imagine Luna up against the wall. My body pinning her there.
No one else is able to see her. No one else is able to touch her.
Just me.
The visual is a hot stroke down my hardened length. My muscles flex, and I pump myself one more time.
The sudden death isn’t shadowing a need for Luna, and it’s probably because I didn’t know Greg all too well. I’d feel more like an insensitive prick if the Hales were grieving, but only Lily seems to be truly affected.
I spent most of today on the roof, stringing up the rest of the multi-colored lights. Hale House looks merry and bright now, and I even helped Xander put up a flocked pre-lit Christmas tree.
But I didn’t get a minute alone with Luna. Felt like Lo made sure of that. He stood behind me when I dug in the musty attic for a box of ornaments. He was around the corner when I attempted to steal her away into the laundry room.
I tried not to believe Luna’s therapist put him up to it. Except, Lo took me aside and insinuated I needed to be careful with his daughter because of trauma. Not the first warning he’s dished out to me. Doubt it’ll be his last.
It’s not like I’ve forgotten what she went through. What I went through. I’d rather just focus on what makes me feel good than what makes me want to punch a hole through the wall.
Misery isn’t a bed I like sleeping in, and somewhere along the way, it’s become miserable to be away from her. I know that too, which is why I keep glancing at the door.
She’s right down the hall.
I’m best buds with the two-horned devil on my shoulder, and typically, I’d give in to these impulses (life’s too short and all) but I’m not pressuring her like that. She’s mentally a virgin.
I let out a tight breath. Without my sketchbook, I’ve been drawing on post-its I found in the guest room’s mostly empty dresser. I outline a drawing of an abominable snow-alien, stopping midway through as the conversation with Lo hits my brain again.
I end up texting Farrow.
When you stayed here with Maximoff, did Lo tell you about the “no sex under my roof” house rule?
I press send. They lived at the Hale House when the townhouse burned down, and they hadn’t been married.
He replies after a minute or so.
FARROW
No. I didn’t get that talk. Did you?
Pretty much. Got the third degree again. Guess he really hates my dick.
I text back. My eyes ping around the many black-framed X-Men movie posters—a shrine to Lily and Lo’s adoration of Cyclops, and maybe Rogue…and that shape-shifting chick who I would’ve said with absolute certainty was a blue alligator until I watched the films.
I send:
You think he has cameras in here? Like a nanny cam?
FARROW
I wouldn’t put anything past him, man. Just sweep the room.
I’m about to do just that, but before I can shift a muscle, the door creaks open. I prepare myself for another round of the Loren Hale Petty Special, which he seems to reserve solely for the guys looking to fuck his oldest daughter.
That’s not all I want to be to her. Yeah, I want to fuck her, but shouldn’t Lo be treating me different somehow? The way he’s been talking, he’s lumping me in with all the guys who could possibly date Luna, as if I’m just a mile marker on the road and not the destination.