Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
“You are right. I was lying,” I tell him quickly. “It d-didn’t.”
He barks out a laugh. “If you think that’s going to get you off the hook, then you really don’t know what I’m about. You really don’t know how insane you’ve made me.”
“Stellan, you—”
“Show it to me.”
“I’m not showing you my—”
“I’m not asking you to show me your pussy.”
I don’t know why I jolt when he uses the same word I was going to use.
But I do.
Maybe it’s his thick, growly voice. Or maybe it’s the fact that all that bullshit I spewed was not exactly a lie. As in I did get wet. Only it wasn’t because of his twin brother but him. And now he’s asking to see it.
“What is it with you, huh?” he asks impatiently and angrily. “I ask for one night and you think I’m pledging my undying devotion to you. I ask to see how wet you are and you’re ready to flash me that pussy. Why the fuck are you so desperate?”
“Oh my God!” I scream into the phone. “You’re the one who… I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I don’t understand—”
“So let me explain it to you then,” he bites out. “If you flash me your pussy right now, I’m going to have to abandon everything. Tomorrow’s prep meeting, tomorrow’s practice, my job, my fucking team. And I’m going to have to get on the first flight back.”
“What?”
“To you.”
“M-me?”
“Yes.” Then, “If you flash me that wet fucking pussy of yours, then I’m not going to be able to sit here, am I? I’m not going to be able to sit in this fucking hotel room, in my bed, in the middle of all the scattered books that I don’t seem to have any interest in anymore. I’m not going to be able to smoke my cigarette that I was very much looking forward to all day. Or focus on the game reruns and play strategies. If you flash me that fucking pussy, Dora, then I’m not going to be able to function until I get a taste of it. Until I lap up all that pussy juice and analyze exactly what you taste like, exactly what your flavor is. I think you’re tart like the cherries. But you could also be sweet like honey. Or maybe you’re a mix of both.
“But until I find out, I won’t be able to concentrate. I won’t be able to think of anything else and you’ve already messed with my control enough. You’ve already fucked with my head, my fucking life enough. So we’re not doing this. We’re not fucking doing this. You’re not lying to me and spewing some bullshit about how you have an insane chemistry with my twin brother or how wet he makes you when I know for a fact, I know, that you’re still a fucking virgin. And you’re definitely not showing me your wet virgin pussy when I’m not there to actually do something about it, is that clear?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good,” he says. “Now, what you’re going to do is slide those messy panties of yours down your thighs and take a picture of them. And then you’re going to send me that picture right the fuck now. And before you get any ideas, if there isn’t a picture of your wet panties on my phone in the next five minutes, I’ll make sure that he pays for it at practice.”
My heart somehow both pounds and seizes to beat for a moment. “If… If I send you the picture, will you let him back on the team?”
He exhales sharply.
“Stellan, please. I—”
“Fine.”
Chapter 11
The Wildfire Thorn
Two Weeks Later…
“What the fuck’s up with you?”
From across the locker room, I hear Isiah’s, team’s halfback, voice as he addresses Shepard and snaps a towel against Shepard’s ass.
Shepard pokes his head out of his locker. “What the fuck, man?”
Isiah digs into his own locker but keeps talking. “You ignoring me now?”
Shepard grumbles something under his breath. “Why, are you a clingy chick who can’t take a hint?”
Pulling a shirt over his head, Isiah goes, “If I were a chick, my smooth and curvy caramel ass would be so out of your league, it wouldn’t be funny.”
“You already are a smooth and curvy caramel pain in the fucking ass, so you’re halfway there, man.”
Isiah makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and pulls his gym bag out of his locker. “What, you’re too much of a princess to get back to my texts?”
Before Shepard can reply, Riot joins in the conversation. He has his bag slung over his shoulder and looks to be on his way out. But at Isiah’s words, he stops and adds, “Yeah, what’s up with that? I sent you a picture of Sophie riding a horse for the first time the other day and no response. You’re too good to send even an emoji back?”