Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. “Please?” she begs.
“I know. We’re going home.”
She closes her eyes, and her shoulders shake as a silent sob wracks her body. Letting go of her, I walk to the sink and take a hand towel, running warm water over it. I then walk back over to her and gently press it to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Jenks runs down the stairs with some ointment in one hand and a large bandage in the other. “Here you go.” He hands them over to me.
Removing the towel, I unscrew the lid on the ointment and squeeze some onto my finger, and then rub it on the letters of my name.
She quietly sobs while flinching.
“Almost done,” I tell her. Opening up the bandage, I place it on her ass. Then I bend down and undo my belt from around her legs while Alex unties her wrists.
“Jenks, go bring her car around,” I say, and he takes off out the door. I don’t want to have to carry her through the party like this. Ripping my shirt up and over my head, I place it on her and then pick her up in my arms. She buries her face into my bare chest.
“What do you want to do with him?” Finn asks, pointing at Nate, who sits in the kitchen chair, mouth duct-taped, and wrists tied behind his back, covered in our cum.
I laugh. “Tie him to the chair and leave him. Someone will find him. Eventually.”
Just then, the door opens, and Jenks enters once again. “It’s right outside.”
“See you guys back at home.” I walk her outside and place her in the passenger seat of her car and buckle her seat belt.
“Please?” she says in a soft voice.
I push her wild hair from her wet face and cup her cheek. “We’re going home, princess.”
She doesn’t even bother to open her heavy eyes. She just nods once, and her head falls to the side. I’m losing her fast. She had been drinking, then add what I just did to her for the past hour, and she’s exhausted.
Shutting her door, I get in the driver’s seat and take her home.
RAYLEE
I WAKE TO a dark room, moaning at the pain I feel in my entire body. I’ve never been beaten with a baseball bat before, but I imagine this is what it feels like.
A hand wraps around my waist, pulling my back into a hard body, and I freeze. My eyes dart around the room, trying to remember what all happened last night. Went to Mike’s party, but it was really Mitch’s. Nate was there. Tried to force me to leave with him. Then Colt… Fuck, that’s where things go black, and I shove the man off me and jump out of bed.
My shaking legs manage to get me over to the door where I know the light switch is, and I flip it on. My worst nightmare is coming true. “What the fuck, Colt?” I bark out when I see him lying in his bed.
He stretches and sits up, the covers falling to his lap, showing me his smooth chest. His eyes meet mine, and he smirks. “What are you doing? Come back to bed.” He pats the side next to him. “I’m hungry.” His eyes drop to my legs, and I realize I’m naked.
“What in the fuck are you doing?” I ask again, confused as hell. I never stay the night in his bed. Ever. Not once. We fuck, and then go our separate ways.
“Turn off the light and come back to bed,” he orders, lying down and rolling onto his stomach. The covers shift, showing me a perfect view of his ass.
I think about doing what he says for a second, but that morning in the kitchen reminds me that the guys said they always eat pussy when they wake up with a woman in their bed. I shake my head, refusing to allow that this morning. He has some explaining to do.
Leaning against the dresser behind me, I hiss in a breath when it feels like something just stabbed me. “What…?” I turn around to see what it is, but there’s nothing on the dresser, so I run my hand over my butt. “Fuck.” I hiss at the feel again. What the hell is on my ass?
I look over my shoulder, staring at my backside in the mirror, and see a bandage. What the fuck? A scream erupts from my lips when I rip it off, making him jump up from his bed.
“What’s wrong?” Colt asks, walking over to me.
I throw my hands up, and he stops. “Please, tell me this is a joke?” I ask, tears stinging my eyes.
“What are you talking about?” He feigns innocence.
I fist my hands. “Why is your name carved into my ass?” I growl.