Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I let my fingers slip through her honey colored hair, continuing onto her shoulders and down, tracing the shape of her. I could explore her the whole night. “Exactly. Fuck Steve. Worthless piece of shit.” When I pause my hand on her hip, she puts hers on it and encourages me to continue. Happy to oblige.
“You close with your folks?”
Her face scrunches up. “Yes and no. Danny made things complicated. They’re good parents, but maybe not for him, you know? They could never figure out what to do with him and every time they tried to help, he just got worse. As he got older, I think they kind of gave up and focused everything on me. He never blamed me, but I could tell it just made him more angry at them. He left home at seventeen and they didn’t even want to hear his name. He’d stop by my school with McDonald’s and we’d eat lunch together in the parking lot, stuff like that.” She slides down a little to rest her head in my lap.
“They all love you.”
“I guess, but I felt like I had to split my life in two.” She scratches her nose on my thigh, probably not realizing that the back of her head is brushing over my cock.
“So they didn’t do shit when he got picked up?” I shift a little, since I don't think my dick is what she's interested in right now, much as I'd love to show her what I can do with it, but she follows, stretching and moving to her back, so she’s looking up at me.
“Nope. I could hear them arguing about it when they didn’t know I was listening, and Mom crying, but they decided he needed to accept the consequences. And then when they heard the new charges, it was like they gave up and started to mourn him.”
I play with her hair as I speak. “I can’t fucking understand that. There’s three of us. All boys.”
“Let me guess. You’re the… middle child?”
“Are you kidding me? I’m the baby. Both of my brothers are fucking terrors, but they turned into fine upstanding citizens. Dad’s in construction so we started learning the business as soon as we were strong enough to help out. Andy, the oldest, is an architect, and Bruce is Dad’s second in command at the company.”
“So how did you end up in the Screaming Eagles?”
“Would you be disappointed to find out that I don’t have some deep, traumatic story? Working construction, there’s always a lot of temporary workers brought in for certain parts of the job. There was a group of Eagles that would work for us regularly. I fucking loved motorcycles, and they looked cool as shit, so I made a pest of myself until they sort of adopted me. When I got a little older, I started coming to the clubhouse for parties, and when I was offered the chance to become a prospect, I said yes. Never looked back.”
She laces her fingers through mine, eyes soft. “And your parents were okay with that?”
“Oh, trust me, this isn’t what they fucking saw for my future. They were pissed as fuck for a while, but they got over it. We’re family.”
“That must be nice. I know my parents did what they thought was best, but I think in a lot of ways it just taught me that their love is conditional. If I mess up enough, my pictures might go in the box with Danny’s and they’ll build up a new life without me in it.”
“Jesus, that’s fucked up.”
Mila looks so fucking vulnerable that I lean down and kiss her. She smiles against my lips, and I cup a hand behind her head, pulling her closer. She opens to me like a flower that just needs a touch of sunshine to bloom. When I pull back, she follows with a low, needy sound.
“Don’t stop.”
“You want a little distraction, baby? Is it time for that rain check?” Sliding my hand up her side a little, I find the underside of her tit, and then explore my way right up until I've got it solidly palmed. Her nipple’s pushing firmly through both her bra and her t-shirt. I flick my fingers over the tip, making her gasp. “Or maybe it's just cold in here.”
She squirms away with a laugh. “Just the two of us? Is that even allowed?”
“Pretty sure I can figure it out. Maybe you can remind me how it works.”
I follow her as she rolls herself to the other end of the couch, so when we stop, her back's up against the arm cushion on the end, and I have her caged between my arms, looking down into those big beautiful eyes. She braces her hand against my chest, like she can hold me back. I hope she feels how hard my heart's fucking beating for her. She traps her lower lip with her teeth, blue eyes sparkling.