Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She gasps and I swallow it, savoring the sensation of the hotness of her mouth and the coldness of the dessert. Her hands clutch my wrist and then they find their way around my neck. I angle her head to the side for greater access, tonguing every inch of the inside of her sensitive cavern. Her tongue tangles with mine, first with tentative whispering flicks and then bolder strokes.
I set the ice cream treat on the table behind me so that I can touch her in the way that I’ve wanted to since she first walked into the GT lounge. She feels precious and expensive under my touch. I slide my hand around the waistband of her pants, reaching down to cup her ass. I bend at the knees to get greater contact between the juncture of her legs and the aching cock barely restrained by my jeans.
We both groan as the searing heat from our bodies threatens to turn our clothes to ashes. Suddenly, I’m desperate. My hand dips under the waistband, tugging at the cursed fabric. I need to feel her wet sex against my palm. I want to fuck her with my fingers, make her wet and ready for my cock.
“Brad. Hey, have you seen—Oh no, really? Why?”
My sister’s piercing wail breaks through the fog of my lust. Reluctantly, I pull my hand free and set Melody on the ground. She rocks on her feet. I place a steadying hand on her shoulder and take deep breaths on my own.
“What is it, Belle?” I say. I intended to be calm and measured but my raging hard-on has me growling out the words.
“Nothing.” But I know from experience that nothing means everything.
“I have to go,” I murmur.
Melody’s eyes seem to convey a sympathetic understanding but she doesn’t have siblings so can she really get my dilemma here? I don’t know. All I can do is hope for the best. “Call if you have any problems with your homework,” I say.
Belle snorts in disgust. “Is that what you’re calling it?”
I spin on my heel and grab my sister by the elbow. “Let’s go.”
She quiets down and doesn’t say another word until we get in the car, but once we’re alone, she unloads. “Are you really sleeping with Melody?”
“It’s none of your business,” I answer tersely as I maneuver out of the driveway and onto the road.
“She invited me to come back in a couple weeks to get my hair done again, but if you sleep with her and then break up, she’s not going to want me there.”
“We’re not sleeping together. I’m tutoring her in trig.”
Belle breaks out a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God. Of course you are. Look, Brad, you know how hard it is for me to make friends and Melody’s so sweet. Please don’t mess this up.”
“I’m just tutoring her,” I repeat, but Belle doesn’t believe me. She fumes the whole ride home. The moment I pull into our parking lot, she’s out of the car like a shot. By the time I get up to our third floor apartment, she’s locked herself in the bedroom. “Belle.” I knock on the door. “Belle. I’m not going to mess up anything. I swear to you—“ My phone rings. I look down to see that it’s Melody’s number. I almost answer when the door swings open.
“What?” my baby sister says. Her eyes are swollen and her voice is scratchy. Middle school is fucking hell. I tuck my phone into my pocket and pull Belle against my chest.
“I’m not going to screw things up. I plan to help Melody with her trig, finish school and go to college so getting involved with a girl at this point would be dumb and we both know I’m not dumb.”
My sister rubs her nose against my chest. “Okay. Sorry I was a brat.”
I ruffle her hair. “Nah. It’s all good. I’m going to make myself a sandwich. Want anything?”
“No. I have some homework to do.”
“Let me know if you need any help.”
“I will,” she promises and then retreats into the bedroom. She leaves the door open, though, so I know she’s not mad anymore.
My phone buzzes again. I pull it out to see a text from Melody.
Having a problem. Mind if I call you.
I curl my hand around the phone tight enough to turn my palm white. I want to talk to Melody. I want to apologize and explain but Belle’s door is open and if she heard me, she’d probably have a meltdown. Talking to Melody is too dangerous. I type a response.
Just take a pic and send it to me. No need to talk.
I don’t get a reply to that at all.
Chapter 8
Melody
Why do I have to be the asshole? At least that’s what I feel like. Brad had gone from hot to cold so fast that I couldn’t keep up. It’s also one of the reasons that I didn’t get any sleep last night. I spent the whole night trying to figure out the rest of my homework. It took me forever to track down someone online to finally help me finish one last problem. By the time I was actually done it was three in the morning. There was no point in trying to get any sleep. Instead, I went to my studio to paint. My mind was racing with everything that had happened between Brad and me that afternoon. It had me feeling out of sorts and painting always seems to calm me.