Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Hmm. Last we talked, you were going to the library to get your paper from that thieving nerd. You couldn’t even find the non-fiction books in the library. How the hell did you find this girl?”
Of course the fucker has to bust my balls a little bit. The library isn’t my usual hangout spot, nor is it a place I frequent often, which is probably why Maybel stayed out of reach for so long.
I lean back in the chair. "First of all, you’re a dick. Second of all, I didn't find her. Funny enough, she found me. It was like fate delivered her to me on a golden platter. Happenstance, really. I can't wait for tomorrow—to see the fear shine in her eyes, and it’s the real kind, none of that fake shit we get each year. I want to hear her screams, smell her panic, and feel her cunt squeeze me tight."
His own eyes darken, and I know that look. He’s been searching for something similar for a while now, but he won’t get a piece of mine. Maybel is mine. All fucking mine.
“Congratulations, buddy. I’m happy for you, and if you decide to share, we could have a hell of a time tag-teaming her. I can already see it now. It brings back fond memories of the one year we took down that shy little deer. What was her name? Vivian?”
Red-hot anger fills me in an instant, and I clench my hand into a tight fist, ready to swing at him. It’s sudden and uncontrollable, but most of all, it freaks me the fuck out. I’ve never felt such an emotional reaction like that when it came to a girl and sharing. Hell, sharing is hot as fuck, and something Sebastian and I have done often, so why am I considering ripping his head off and shitting down his throat at the mention of it?
“I’m guessing by that look of murderous rage in your eyes you aren’t interested in sharing?”
I shake my head and swallow down the rage. “Nah, at least not the first time.”
Sebastian shrugs. “That’s fine. Now in reference to the event and you needing to know shit. All I gotta say is tough luck. You’ll find out the same way everyone else does.”
“Asshole,” I grumble jokingly and push up out of the chair. If I really wanted to know anything, I could easily find out. One phone call would give me all the information I need, but it would mean talking to my father, and I’d rather not.
“Go bother Lee. I have to finish this book.”
“You're such a nerd,” I say over my shoulder as I turn to walk out of his room.
“At least I can write my own papers,” he counters, and I’ll give him that. He’s got way more patience than me. I’m smart in the academics I need to be smart in. Nothing else matters. At least that’s what my father thinks—and ensures.
Wanting information about Maybel more than I want to fuck with Seb, I head straight to Lee’s room.
Drake blares from the other side of the door so loud it’s as if it’s open. I’d knock, but what’s the fucking point? Grabbing the brass knob, I twist and shove the door open. I’d like to say I’m surprised when my eyes immediately land on some random girl's pussy, but I’m not. She’s on her knees at the edge of the bed, deep throating his cock like a pro.
Standing just inside the doorway, I lean against the jamb, my arms crossed over my chest. The girl's head bobs up and down almost furiously, and my eyes catch on Lee, who’s fisting her by the hair. His hands guide her movements, his head tipped backward and his eyes closed. Almost as if he senses me standing there, his eyes pop open, and he leans forward, a smile splitting his face a second later.
Being bashful in this house gets you nowhere. Sex is as normal as doing the laundry. I’ve seen every one of my friends’ cocks, and even a few people who aren’t my friends. This is tame compared to most of the things I’ve seen.
I tap my imaginary watch and yell over the heavy beat to ensure he can hear me, “I need your expertise, so please hurry it the fuck up.”
“Leave it to you to ruin a good blow job.” He snorts and fastens his hold on the back of the girl’s neck, fucking her mouth almost savagely.
She gags, pushing back against him. It’s a feeble attempt at escaping, especially since it only encourages him to tighten his hold and thrust faster. He grits his teeth, his eyes becoming half lidded. I stand there watching, unaffected by them. My mind is on someone else entirely. A few more pumps, and he finishes in her mouth. When he's done, she leans toward him, probably asking when he plans to return the favor, but he shakes his head.