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)
Technically did.
The Weeknd’s “Often” starts playing and I let the alcohol sit in my mouth before gulping another load. Halen fucking Hayes. Forever the trigger to every emotion I’ve kept condensed all these years.
Even more so recently.
My Zippo stays between my fingers, and I flip it open and closed a few times, bringing the bottle to my lips while observing the show, still not witnessing anything I’d never seen.
I spark the flame, watching a girl who’s currently face to pussy with another.
Rolling my tongue, I blow out a whistle, and her back straightens like an obedient dog.
“What are you doing…” Priest leans forward, flashing his teeth.
“I’m bored.”
The girl turns to face me, her long blonde hair falling down her back. Her tits jiggle as she pads toward me with a hollow stare. I flick the Zippo again and when she’s directly in front of me, I hold her eyes with mine.
“Do you like pain?”
Her thin lips part. “I like whatever you like.”
My tongue dampens my bottom lip as my other hand meddles with my belt.
“Damn. With your sister here.” Priest pretends to be shocked, but his tone is flat.
“She can look away.”
Halen’s leg is folded over the other as she leans on the wingback chair, her hair curling around her face. A bottle of tequila dangles between her fingers as her eyes lower down to my belt.
The cords in my neck turn rigid as I allow the girl to fall to her knees in front of me.
I whack her hand away, glowering down at her with bared teeth, and catch her by her chin. “Don’t fucking touch me anywhere except with this mouth on my dick.”
She blinks up at me with unshed tears and I shove her backward onto her ass before she’s back to fumbling with my zipper.
I take the rolled joint from behind my ear and bite it into my mouth.
Priest taps against the table I’m leaning on. He’ll be watching Halen to see how she reacts.
Brittle fingers reach for my cock, but I whack them away just before warmth blankets me.
Lighting the joint, I inhale and slant my head to the side, holding a few seconds before blowing smoke rings out and handing it to Priest.
I don’t touch the girl. Her hand stays at the base as saliva dribbles down her mouth.
I bury my hand in her disarray of hair and force myself down her throat until she sputters and closes around my shaft.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I buck my hips forward until my cock slides down the tunnel of her throat.
I keep it there.
Her eyes widen in horror as tears roll down the side of her face and her hands fly to my arms, her fingernails plunging into my skin. Her cheeks turn a ravishing shade of purple as her body palpitates from the lack of oxygen.
As much as I don’t want to, my eyes find Halen’s. I thought she for sure would have looked away. Maybe been rubbing up against another Lost Boy out of spite, but she isn’t. She’s sitting in the same position I threw her into, only this time with the bottle slightly emptier than it was before.
She challenges me with an arched brow.
I mouth the words silently. “Let’s play a game.”
Her eyes come back up to mine after reading my lips.
It’s not obvious, but she captures me with a simple shift forward. Nothing Halen ever does is obvious. She’s resistive and unattainable. She has everyone yearning for her attention, only to feed them crumbs. I’m beginning to see the other side to her the more she’s around. I allowed myself to shut off from her a lot growing up because we lived in separate areas of each other’s lives.
It’s easy to convince yourself not to obsess over someone who isn’t there.
I want nothing more than to finish all over this girl’s face to punish Halen since I can’t fuck hers.
Even if this girl becomes a corpse.
I shove her off my dick and she stumbles back, struggling and gasping for air.
I’m no Priest Hayes.
Gripping my cock in my hand, the veins in my arm ripple as I roll my thumb beneath the head. Swiping at the bead of cum, I dampen the edge around the crown as I find Halen’s eyes again.
The smirk is gone.
She lifts the bottle to her lips, breaking eye contact.
I won.
I shove my dick back in my jeans, leaving them unbuttoned to hang from my hips.
“You know, as much as I want to punch your fucking face right now,” Priest declares, stepping over the naked girl who’s still trying to catch her breath, “I’m pretty sure she’ll do it for me one day.”
A pensive observation passes between us that I’m sure no one else noticed. It’s almost an admission that he’s known all along.
He probably has.
I snicker around the joint. “Don’t I know it.”