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)
“It means do as I say and don’t be a fucking prude.” I unbuckle her seat belt before I do the same to mine. “Let’s go, little bird.”
I open my door and climb out of my truck, surprised when Wren does the same without being asked twice. My bird is learning, good. We meet at the hood of the truck and walk side by side toward the house.
Only when I’m not heading for the front door and instead to the side of the house, does Wren speak up. “Where are we going?”
“Back of the house, where the pool is.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Wren freezes. I take a step forward without her before I come to a halt myself.
I look back at her over my shoulder. “What now?”
“You didn’t say anything about a pool.” Wren takes a tiny step back and, for a moment, I think she is about to make a run for it.
“It’s a pool party, so yeah, there is a pool.”
“I don’t do pools,” Wren says, all matter of fact.
I raise my eyebrows at her. “Why? Can’t swim,” I joke. Only Wren isn’t laughing and the shocked look in her eyes tells me I’m spot on.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Wren tries to change the subject.
“You don’t need a bathing suit here. We usually go naked.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not joking. Do you see me wearing swimming trunks?” I point to my dark blue jeans. “Now you can either walk with me back there, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and throw you into the pool. It’s your choice.”
“I’m not a good swimmer,” Wren admits, fear and worry written all over her face. “I really don’t want to go into the water at all.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you drown.” I wink at her.
“I don’t believe you.”
I put my hand over my chest as if I’m hurt by her words. “Who would I have to torment if you were gone?”
“I’m sure you’d find someone else,” she quips.
“There is nothing as satisfying as tormenting you. No one could measure up.”
“I’m flattered.” She rolls her eyes.
“Roll your eyes at me again and see what happens,” I warn. “I’m not in the mood today.”
“I’ve noticed. Are you out of weed or something?”
“Is that what you want? To get high?”
“I want you to get high. You are nicer to me when you are stoned.”
“’Cause that’s the only time you are bearable,” I say. “Sorry, we are not getting high tonight. I want you fully lucid while we are doing this. Now, last chance to walk on your own.”
“Fine, I’ll walk.” She takes a deep breath before making her feet move once more.
She follows me past the house and into the lavish backyard with a large infinity pool. As I anticipated, her step falters again once she sees naked people walking around and inside the pool. I take her hand and hold it tight so she can’t make a run for it.
The closer we get to the pool, the more I have to drag Wren along. As we get nearer, moans and grunts meet my ear, and when I look past the pool, I see Carter bending Lacy over a lawn chair, fucking her from behind. Other people are in the water, kissing and grinding against each other.
“What the actual fuck?” Wren murmurs from beside me. “What kind of party is this?”
“The kind where you get naked and fuck each other,” I explain, as I drag her closer to the edge of the pool.
“I’m so not comfortable with this!” Wren whisper-yells.
“Why do you think you are here? I knew you would hate this.”
“I fucking hate you!” She whisper-yells again, as if it would matter if anyone would hear her.
“Good.” I smirk. “I want you to hate me the same way I hate you… and that’s quite a lot.”
“You didn’t have to drag me here for that to happen,” Wren mumbles, while I grab the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head and discard it in an empty chair.
“Take your clothes off,” I order as I unbutton my jeans. “You can do it, or I’ll throw you in the pool with your clothes on,” I add, while pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs.
My threat gets her moving. She quickly strips out of her shirt and leggings, leaving her in her mismatched bra and cotton panties.
“Looks like even your underwear comes from goodwill,” Tiana yells from across the pool, making everyone look over at us.
Some people laugh, others are too busy fucking. Wren ignores the comment and so do I. I don’t find it particularly funny, even though I probably should. Instead of feeling joyful, something unfamiliar stirs inside of me. Something like pity. I shove that feeling down quicker than it arose. Wren doesn’t deserve me feeling bad for her. The opposite—her misery should satisfy me, though for some reason today, it doesn’t.