Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I can feel your cunt tightening,” Briggs says into the shell of my ear. “I know you are about to come. Cream all over my cock, little bird. Show me what a little slut you are.”
Calling me a slut should act like an ice cold bucket of water, but even that doesn’t faze me right now. I’m too far gone. My orgasm crashes into me like a train going a hundred miles per hour. My thighs quiver, and my whole body tightens. Briggs fucks me through my release, pounding into me violently until he finds his own. He comes with a shudder, his fingers digging into my upper thighs like he is going to leave bruises.
Then everything stills. We both catch our breaths while we are standing awkwardly in the shower. After a moment, Briggs shifts me in his hold, sliding his cock out of me before slowly lowering me to my feet. My legs shake from exhaustion, and I’m barely able to keep myself up, but I somehow manage to stand.
Briggs turns toward the spray and cleans himself up before turning the water off. “Do we have a towel?” he asks as he gets out of the stall without looking at me.
“There is one in my suitcase,” I answer, turning the water back on so I can clean the cum and blood off my legs.
Briggs disappears into my room, closing the bathroom door behind him. I turn off the water, hoping he will come and bring me the towel after he is done. I wrap my arms around my naked body and wait, the crisp air in the room making me cold. I rub my arms and step out of the shower.
Just when I’m about to call out to him for the towel, I hear the dorm room open and slam shut. I flinch at the loud noise.
Still completely naked, I tiptoe to the door and open it slightly, sticking my head out. My dorm room is empty. I open the door further and step out. My suitcase is open, clothing items spilled out, and the wet towel is on top. I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around my body.
The food boxes are still on the bed, the only proof that he was here at all. Briggs’s clothes are gone, and so is he. The prick just left me. I’m shocked, but why am I? What was I expecting from him? To cuddle after? The thought warms me. I want him to hold me, but why? I’m so confused. I hate the guy. He hates me more, and there is no way we will ever be anything besides enemies.
So why the fuck am I sad that he is gone?
20
BRIGGS
I’m in the cafeteria, surrounded by my friends, but my mind’s a million miles away. Thinking about Wren’s dorm room when I left her naked in the shower, where I almost kissed her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t kiss chicks. I never did, but especially not her.
She is nothing more than my toy, my plaything, the daughter of the biggest slut in town, the woman who destroyed my life, and I am thinking about fucking kissing her. Maybe I should blame the weed. It messes with my mind, makes me all happy and shit.
“Are you even listening, asshole?” Carter drags me out of my thoughts with a punch to my arm.
“Huh?” I look over at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I just invited you to my pool party tomorrow night. Are you coming?”
“Sure.” I nod, knowing exactly what kind of pool party he is inviting me to. The question is, who am I going to bring? Wren would absolutely hate it there. The corner of my lips pull up at the thought. “I’ll bring Wren.”
“You sure about that?” Tucker asks. “Seems like she would be a buzzkill.”
“Don’t worry about who I’m bringing. Who are you taking?”
Tucker shrugs. “Maybe Lacy or some other chick that will put out without getting clingy.”
“Good luck with that,” Carter chimes in. “They are all fucking clingy.”
“What about Maya?” I question with a grin.
Tucker’s nose scrunches up like he just smelled something bad. “Why would I bring her?”
“Same reason I’m forcing Wren to go. ’Cause she will hate it.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to fuck Maya. I’m not obsessed with her like you are with Wren.”
“I’m not obsessed,” I defend a little too strongly, making the guys laugh. Even Kellen chuckles. “All right, maybe I’m a little obsessed, but it’s just so much fun messing with her. She is just an easy target.” A distraction I need to take my mind off all the shit in my life. For the first time since my mom took her life, I feel something again. Revenge is keeping me sane right now, and I don’t care what the guys think about it. Wren is mine. Mine to torment, and sometimes, mine to fuck.