Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Jeez. When did our lives become so complicated? I thought small-town life was supposed to be boring. But ours have quickly become anything but boring and ho-hum.
I think this might be the most exciting our lives have ever been.
Icheck my phone after climbing out the—very cold—shower to find several missed calls and texts from my sisters.
Leia: Why aren't you answering your phone?
Charlie: Are you ignoring us?
Charlie: OMG. You are, aren't you?
Adalynn: She's probably asleep.
Heidi: It's nine o'clock. She isn't sleeping.
Leia: I called Elodie. She's sleeping.
Charlie: Lame.
I smile, shaking my head. I love my sisters to death, but now that we're all in the same town again, it's like living at home all over. I know they mean well, but sometimes, I think they forget that I'm not twelve anymore. I don't need my big sisters to protect me. Aside from Heidi, they're all married with babies.
I want the same things for myself. But I can't even go out for a night without them calling Elodie to find out why I'm not answering my phone. It's a little ridiculous, honestly. But it's so hard to be upset with them about it because I know why they are the way they are.
When we were little, our biological parents routinely neglected us. They would lose custody of us and get it back. When they had us, they didn't take care of us. My sisters took care of me. They fed me, changed my diapers, made sure I was safe. Until one day, our bio parents left us alone in the house and never came back. We were just little kids, left to fend for ourselves.
It took a week before we ran out of food and Adalynn went looking for help.
When we went into foster care, we were split up. I was only two. I don't remember our biological parents or foster care. Charlie doesn't remember much, either. But Adalynn, Heidi, and Leia do. They're overprotective as a result of everything we went through. I can't be angry at them for that. I'm alive because of them.
Had they not been there, I would have died in that house. And had Adalynn not gone for help, we would have starved. We were separated so I survived. I love them so much. But we aren't those little girls anymore.
They've all grown up and gotten married and moved on. At some point, they have to learn to let me grow up too.
Another pops up on my screen while I'm still looking at theirs.
Have you touched my pussy, Dilemma?
My core clenches as soon as I read it, thoughts of my sisters immediately vanishing from my head.
Bronx.
How the heck did he get my number?
Me: Sorry. You have the wrong number.
I barely have time to slip into my bed before my phone rings. I glance at the number on the screen and giggle.
"Hello?"
"Stop fucking with me," Bronx growls. "I know where you live."
"How'd you get my number?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
What was it he said to me earlier tonight?
"Yes, actually. People generally ask questions when they want to know the answers, Bronx."
"I miss that smart-ass mouth already, Gemma."
My stomach turns somersaults as my heart flutters. "I miss you too," I whisper, snuggling up in my bed. "And the answer to your question is no."
"Good girl," he practically purrs.
I clench my thighs together, groaning loudly. "You can't talk to me like that right now. You aren't here and I'm alone in my bed."
"Yeah? So you don't want to hear how fucking hard I am right now?" His voice is pure grit. "You don't want to know that I've got my dick in my hand right this second?"
"Bronx," I whimper.
"This is your punishment for breaking the rules, Dilemma. Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls don't get to fucking come," he growls. "They get to listen while I do."
Oh, God.
I grip the phone tight, my toes freaking curling at the sound of his voice.
"Jesus, baby, I can hear how fast you're breathing right now," he rasps. "You're soaked, aren't you?"
"Yes." I press my thighs together, shifting restlessly in an attempt to get friction where I need it, but it's a fruitless attempt.
"Mmm. I can't wait to feel it for myself. Next time I jerk off, I think I'll use your juices for lube," he says. "You can get me nice and wet and then watch."
"Bronx," I groan, flipping onto my stomach. I grind my hips against the mattress, but that doesn't help either. Inspiration strikes. He said I couldn't touch myself, but he didn't say I couldn't use assistance. I hit the speaker phone button and quickly scramble to my knees, grabbing one of the throw pillows that go on the bed.
I place it on the bed and then lay across it, wiggling until it's where I want it. It presses against my clit, offering me friction for the first time all night. I bite my lip, fighting to stifle a moan.