Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
And when she wasn’t firsthand torturing me, she was kissing some other guy which made me see every shade of red.
With one hand, I couldn’t do everything I wanted to do to her, so … I had to let the towel go.
She paused, taking a long breath to eye my erection bouncing between us. I grabbed her face and kissed her again. She started to lose her balance, so I guided her onto the bed and covered her body with mine as we kissed.
Her hands tentatively teased my bare back, easing their way down to my ass while spreading her legs to accommodate my torso. I didn’t have a condom, not that we were going to have sex. We weren’t. I was … ninety percent sure of that. All I had to do to keep from going all the way with her was think of her dad killing me.
Unfortunately, that thought wasn’t enough to make me completely stop.
“Colten … don’t stop.”
And that right there was the reason I reserved that ten percent chance of having sex with her. Josephine was the worst temptation. She would have given me her virginity on so many occasions. I was a fucking saint.
Kinda …
I shoved the T-shirt up her torso, and she grabbed it, taking it over her head. That was not what I was going for. Without the shirt, the only thing keeping us from doing something incredibly stupid, something that could get her pregnant and me killed, was her cotton panties. I might as well have wrapped a one-ply tissue around my dick and said a prayer to a god I knew wasn’t going to do me any favors at that point.
“Do…” she panted “…you have … a condom?”
I sucked her nipples and cupped her perky tits with my hands. “No,” I murmured. “I’m … not going … to go … that far.”
Her fingers found their favorite place in my hair as she continued to writhe beneath me. Arching her back then planting her feet and lifting her pelvis toward me.
She wanted it.
I wanted it.
Why did it have to be so wrong?
Why did it come with so many possible consequences?
Damn … why did working up to it feel so good?
“How far are you going to go?” she asked on a harsh breath.
Good question. I had no clue. And I certainly didn’t want to stop.
I just knew that every time she lifted her hips, rubbing herself against my abs, I drove my cock into the mattress a few inches below her spread legs.
“You feel so … g-good.” She found her rhythm against me, and I kept telling myself I’d stop after a few more seconds.
And a few more.
More.
More.
More …
I was well on my way to drilling a hole in the mattress.
“Colten? Are you awake?” Mom called from what sounded like a partial ascent up the stairs.
Major boner-killer.
Josie shoved my chest.
“Getting dressed, Mom. Be down in a bit.”
Flying off the bed, Josie searched the floor for her clothes, putting them on in a matter of seconds.
I dressed a little slower, watching her to see if she was watching me.
She was.
“Oh my god …” Josie whispered when we made eye contact.
“It’s fine. She knows nothing.” I rubbed my temples. Without Josie’s naked body distracting me from my hangover, my head started to throb again. I think the erection and near ejaculation drew the blood and pain away from my head.
“You go downstairs and distract her while I sneak out,” she said, shoving her feet into her shoes.
“Why’d you come?” I had to ask.
She stood up straight, cheeks red. “I didn’t. I was close, though.”
I shook my head. “I mean, why did you come get me from the party last night?”
Josie blinked. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t you have done the same thing for me?”
Stupid question.
There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for Josie. I just wasn’t sure she felt the same since I’d taken to drinking so much and being a dick at times because of the hatred I had toward my dad. I took out my frustration on too many people.
My mom.
My brother.
And sometimes Josie.
“I don’t deserve your friendship, Josie.”
She gave me a sad smile that I couldn’t quite figure out.
“I’ll go distract my mom.”
She nodded.
I headed to my door.
“Colten?”
“Yeah?” I turned.
“I wanted you to …” She pressed her lips together for several seconds. “I wanted you to go all the way with me.”
Me. Fucking. Too.
I didn’t respond with more than a tiny nod because I wasn’t sure how I felt knowing that it was all up to me to keep us from going too far.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“What are you doing here, Josephine?” Dr. Cornwell asks the second I enter the autopsy suite.
It’s been four weeks. I’m in full PPE, so he shouldn’t complain, but he’s going to anyway. I can tell by the disapproving tone of his voice.