Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I blink, turning back to the bonfire. Farrow’s thrusts grow slower, deeper, more intense, and her moans get louder. Sweat glistens on his back. She’s coming.
My voice is smaller than I like. “Do you think you’d like to be watched like this?”
I wait for him to respond, and I almost don’t think he will when he finally says. “I would never do something like this.”
“Yeah, you would.”
I feel his eyes on me, and I meet them. “People are capable of almost anything, given the right circumstances or motivation,” I say.
“Would you do this?”
I almost smile. Not because my answer embarrasses me, but because I haven’t had a conversation this stimulating with a guy in a long time.
I missed Hunter.
“Given the right circumstances or motivation…” I finally reply.
I don’t look at him again as I leave and head back the way I came. I can’t go back to the house because I don’t have the bike. They left it up on Phelan’s Throat, probably as my punishment for running off.
But I don’t want to watch Farrow ejac in his jeans, either, even though her cries carry on behind me like she’s going for an Oscar.
I head back to the bikes, somewhere quiet to call Aro and tell her how the Pirates’ hostage did today. First, I shoot a text to Noah, making sure he’s okay.
I’m cool, he says. Hit me up next time. I’ll be there.
I grin. Noah won’t wait for any invitations from Farrow Kelly.
I start to call Aro, but I look up and see Thomasin Dietrich. Everyone calls her Tommy, for short. A guy with shoulder-length dark hair holds her up against a tree and kisses her hard.
I slow my steps, all at once taking notice of his hands all over her, in places they shouldn’t be. She kisses him back, her hair completely white, the blue tips recently touched up, but her hands are pressed to his chest, like she’s deciding if she wants to push him away.
So far, she’s not.
My phone rings, and she opens her eyes, hearing it and meeting my eyes over his shoulder as his tongue burrows in her mouth.
I look down, seeing Kade’s name on my screen.
But just then, that pedophile kissing Tommy starts to slide a hand up her shirt. I don’t know if he’s older than me, but he’s definitely not as young as her.
She gives me the finger, and I ignore Kade’s call, charging toward her.
She pushes him away, bracing for me, but instead, I grab his shoulder and jam a knee right between his legs. He growls, and I glare at him. “She’s fourteen years old. What’s your name?”
His eyes water, and he holds his crotch, and even though he doesn’t answer, he doesn’t look surprised. He knows who she is. Everyone knows who she is. He heaves breath after breath, and barrels around me, stumbling away from both of us.
Tommy balls her fists, fury in her blue eyes.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Screw you.”
And she whips around, running away.
I would laugh because she’s a Pirate Girl. We’re tough.
But she’s not tough because she was raised to be. She’s tough because she’s bitter, and it’s the direct result of how she has to come here to feel any acceptance when she doesn’t back home.
The phone rings again, and I see Kade’s name.
He’s going to tell me to come home. He’s not going to be nice.
Inhaling a deep breath, I swipe the screen and hold the phone to my ear. “Hey.”
“You want a ride home?”
I smile a little. “No, I’m okay.”
He sounds soft. Normally, he wouldn’t ask. He’d just tell me what he’s going to do.
“I’ll come and get you right now,” he says.
I wander in slow steps. “I’m okay.”
My voice is raspy, and I swallow the lump.
“You’re mad at me.”
I shake my head, looking up and around. Hunter still sits on his car, but his eyes are completely on me now. He’s watching me.
“Not everything is about you,” I tell Kade.
“Why?” he retorts. “You love him more?”
Love him more? What is he talking about?
“Not everything is about you,” I whisper.
“Yeah, it is.” His tone is resolute. “You left because I ignored you.”
I pinch my brows together, facing the fire. But I can’t look up from the ground.
“It’s all about me,” he growls. “You never fucking noticed Hunter when I was around.”
“That’s not true.”
“He didn’t even exist when I was around, did he?”
I shake my head.
“You wanted to be where I was,” he goes on and tears fill my eyes. Is that what Hunter thinks? “Always where I was. All you saw was me.”
I…
That’s not true.
Shoes appear, then legs, and I look up, seeing Hunter standing in front of me.
“You know why?” Kade asks as I stare up at his brother. “Because you and I are alike, Dylan. We race into trouble, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. He would put a leash on you. He always tried to control you. To calm you down and restrain you.”