Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Something tugs on my jeans, jerking me from my sleep. I fly off the bed, fatigue gone.
Halen stands with her hands on her hips, her hair tied in a high pony and her tight little body on display. She’s in a sports bra and gym shorts that curve just over the swell of her ass. Sweat drips over her body and— “Are your fucking nipples pierced?”
“What?” She looks down at her tits.
I instinctively step forward without realizing.
She counters it by stepping backward. “Stop!”
Nah, hell no. I am not stopping. What the fuck is she playing at and why do I feel like she’s been existing behind smoke and mirrors all this fucking time?
I reach for her arm, but she jerks away again.
“Halen…” It’s an unintentional growl.
“War…” she parrots with the same tone, her bright green eyes wide. “Don’t touch me.”
“What?” It’s like a slap in the face. She and I have always been a little closer than me and the other girls—even River. No one knew it, but Halen was the one I’d talk to late at night if I needed someone. But that all changed.
Sometimes I forget that.
“I mean because you have blood all over you!” she scolds, dropping to her knees in front of me to tug my jeans down.
I spread my arms wide, working my jaw. What the fuck is she doing? Or what the fuck am I doing? She’s done shit like this before—especially when I sleep in the Lighthouse. Halen would make it her mission to come in and make sure we weren’t doing dumb shit.
I groan, wrapping her ponytail around my fist and forcing her head back so she’s looking up at me from below. This position isn’t helping either.
“You can’t drop to your knees and pull off my jeans, Halen.”
“Why?” She bats her eyelashes up at me and I fight with everything inside to not force her onto the bed and fuck all the rebellion out of her. “Because you’re afraid Priest will walk in and think we’re doing something else?” She pushes up to stand but I force her back down by her hair, tightening my grip.
“I don’t give a fuck what it looks like to your brother, Halo. If I wanted to fuck you, I would have fucked you six years ago when you were rubbing your shit all over my cock and begging me to.”
“Fuck you.” She whacks my hand away and this time I let her up because if there’s anything hotter than Halen, it’s angry Halen.
Her shoulders straighten, her eyes on mine. “And yes, I do have my nipples pierced, amongst other things—” My brain short-circuits but before I can interrupt her rant, she keeps going. “—and I wouldn’t fuck you either, War. That’s like… incest.”
“Mmmhmm. Sure thing, baby girl.” She stops when she hits the door, her hand on the button to the elevator.
The muscles on either side of her spine tense and I watch as she slowly turns over her shoulder.
“War…” She crosses her arms in front of herself, pushing her fat tits higher. Fuck. “You’re not the only person I asked to fuck me that night—” My smirk falls. “—only difference between you and him?” The bitch has the audacity to look smug as she steps backward into the elevator. “Is he actually had the balls to follow through.”
Rage burns through me and I launch forward but she palms the button to close the doors. It’s the longest thirty seconds ever by the time they reopen and take me down. She’s running through the front door just as I hit outside. I jog across the field, through the front doors, and take the stairs two at a time. I just get close enough to grab her when she slams her door in my face and the sound of her lock clinking vibrates through the wood.
I squeeze the handle anyway, jiggling it roughly. Little fucking bitch.
“You need to get on more,” Priest calls out from behind me and my rage hovers in the back of my brain. I acted impulsively and now she thinks I give a fuck.
One night of them kicking it with us for less than thirty minutes and I’ve lost all fucking control.
I turn to face him. “Huh, tell your sister that.”
Priest’s eyes fall over my shoulder. “What’s she doing now?” He opens his bedroom door and I make my way into his room, unbuckling my jeans and kicking them off.
“The usual. What the fuck is going on with the girls?”
His room is about as big as a penthouse apartment. The bed is stuffed in the corner, and a floating fireplace dangles from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
There’s a fuck ton of random shit. Like a pool table, a Jacuzzi out on the patio behind the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding doors, and a fuck off one-hundred-inch TV that comes down from the opposite side so that if you’re in the Jacuzzi on the patio, you can watch it. The bathroom takes up the space on the other side of the room, complete with a black marble finish.