Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Why not both?” I ask, downing more beer before wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. “I heard they did that once. Or maybe they were just both sucking off the same dude at a party. I heard there was video.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. Whatever it takes so long as there’s a reason to look away from the girl who’s doing everything she can not to look at me.
Carter chuckles before taking a deep breath, like he’s about to make his move. “Maybe I’ll make my own video tonight.” I almost want to tell him to stay with me, but that would be pathetic. Besides, there are plenty of people around to hang out with… or maybe more, since there’s plenty of willing pussy around, too.
“You can borrow one of my suits! I sort of figured I should get a bunch,” Wren explains to Maya with a laugh. “Since the pool is out here and everything. I haven’t even worn them all yet.”
“To think you didn’t even know how to swim not that long ago.” Briggs winds his arms around Wren’s waist from behind and picks her up off the patio. When she squeals and kicks her feet, the smile drops off of Maya’s face. I’m probably the only one who notices the way she sort of turns off, goes blank. There’s not even envy or anything like that.
“Put me down!” Wren warns when Briggs inches closer to the edge of the pool. “At least let me put my phone down!”
Instead of throwing her in, Briggs sets her on her feet. “I wasn’t going to, anyway,” he tells her with a smirk.
When Wren turns back to Maya, it’s like Maya turns back on. The light comes into her eyes, and she even stands up straighter. “I really wasn’t planning on doing any swimming,” she explains. She’s so nervous, she keeps picking at the hem of her dress. One of those light, summery dresses, pale blue. Now I can’t help but notice the way it molds itself to her tits. When she turns, the fabric swishes around her thighs and hints at the plump ass underneath.
I need to stop staring at her. Staring at her is what got me in trouble in the first place. Making a list in my head of the parts of her I liked. Maybe if Carter doesn’t end up with the twins, I can take whichever one he doesn’t want. I need to stick my dick in something warm and wet. I’m not feeling particular. So long as it helps me stop thinking of shit I have no business thinking about.
“Oh, come on!” Wren tugs on her hand, like she wants to pull her into the house, but Maya plants her feet. Something is holding her back, and she’s fucking determined.
“What’s the matter?” I call out, finishing off my beer. If it wasn’t my friend’s patio, I would let the empty bottle fall on the ground and shatter for the simple joy of watching her jump in fear. “Are you afraid you’ll dissolve once you hit the water?”
I can always count on Carter to back me up, though I didn’t know he was listening. He’s laughing as he walks past with a red plastic cup in each hand. “Like in The Wizard of Oz,” he adds, making me nod in response.
“Don’t listen to him.” Wren is determined to keep everything light and friendly and fun. “Really, you’ve been so generous to me. Let me at least lend you a bathing suit.”
“And.” Briggs touches a hand to Maya’s shoulder—I frown before I can help myself. “If you need help learning how to swim, I taught Wren. It’s the easiest thing in the world.”
“I need another beer.” I might need something stronger. Something that will obliterate my thoughts. Erase my memories. Not just tonight, but permanently. There’s a cooler nearby, and I grab another bottle, uncapping it, tossing the cap aside. Draining half the bottle at once does nothing for my mood.
I can’t stop thinking about Briggs putting his hands on her. Teaching her to swim, touching her underwater. He would never betray Wren. I know it would be innocent. That doesn’t keep my stomach from churning when the sound of Briggs’s voice rises over so many others and reminds me of what I can’t get out of my head.
“Leave me alone, or else...”
“Hey, Tucker! Why are you in such a shitty mood tonight?” A redhead with huge tits bounces my way—I don’t recognize her, but then I don’t bother looking at her face. Why would I, with a body like hers in front of me? She’s wearing a white bikini that barely covers anything. I should be hungry for her, especially with the look she’s giving me. She might as well announce she’s ready to have her brains fucked out.