Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I always knew he enjoyed surfing, which must account for his muscular frame, but my god, he's definitely changed. He isn't the stepbrother I remember. That's for sure.
I shake my head, and those thoughts, “Not really. It’s been a stressful year. So I’ve been hitting the gym and jogging a lot.”
He laughs and then lies back down on his back.
I throw my sunglass case at him and watch it bounce off his chest. “What are you laughing at?”
“I bet the guys love you," he laughs, flashing his perfect teeth. "Jogging with those assets—I bet you get loads of attention.”
“You know I only had eyes for one guy, and then … well, look how that turned out.”
He sighs. “Sorry about Zach.”
He doesn’t have to say it; I'm not sorry. In a way, it was perfect timing. Just a few days ago, I thought Zach and I would live together forever in some happily ever after fairy tale. That I would be living with him, sleeping with him every night … I resigned myself to never really being satisfied, to a mediocre sex life for what, exactly?
Love?
How was it that I was willing to settle so soon?
And what did it say to me that this relationship which had lasted so long was now over with Zach and I was already eyeing someone?
Yeah, I think you know what it means too, huh? That I was really keeping that relationship alive to spite the naysayers more than anything else. I was doing it because they said it couldn’t be done. That we were rebounds. But now, I almost feel liberated and so free.
And actually, since I shared the pic of Zach on Facebook, there have been several comments. Women are posting that they tolerated it too and when we all compared dates, it seemed as if Zach was sleeping with us all at the same time. So if you ask me, I've just dodged a bullet.
And now here I am, back home and sitting poolside. It's not Barbados, but I'm realizing it's still thrilling. I can’t tell if Colt’s being genuine or not. Is he just fucking with me? I shake that thought away. His hard cock doesn't lie. And one thing's for sure: he never liked Zach. Then again, no one from the family liked him. They tolerated him for my sake because I kept telling them all that we were in love.
Colt even told me one time that Zach wasn’t faithful. I remember shutting him down and telling him that it was none of his business. If only I had listened.
“You heard from your mom?”
Now there’s a subject that we have tended to avoid over the years. Mom used to be my rock.
Well, Rachel used to be my rock too – and look what happened to her.
But Mom was different. She was the one that I would turn to if I ever had a problem. But I saw her changing over the years, especially after she married Daniel. One year into the marriage and she was gone.
“No,” I whisper. I don’t want to talk about Mom. Just like the rest of the family. We have a tendency to sweep things under the carpet, which means that even though she was suffering with her addiction for years, no one rushed to help her. We knew what was happening; we just didn’t want to believe it.
Just then, Colt jumps into the pool; maybe he's trying to lighten the mood because the next thing he does is flick water in my direction, “Are you going to sit there all day staring at me? Or are you going to join me?”
“Why did you do that?" I squeal. I'm tired; I came out here to sunbathe, and now he's trying to drag me into the pool.
He ignores me and keeps spraying water in my direction. I could move, but I’m enjoying it. Especially when I move out of the way of the water and I notice that my tits are practically coming out of my bikini top. I’m tempted to take it off. Maybe I should say fuck it, and throw caution to the wind.
“Colt! You want me to come in?”
He laughs, “What do you think?”
That's all it takes. I run and jump into the water; not the best move, especially because I feel as if I may have strained my ankle by doing so. But I need this; I need something to take my mind off of Zach. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just stay around here during the summer and not bother going anywhere else. After all, Zach has pretty much blown up my summer travel plans. And there's something about Colt that's making me feel something I haven't felt in a long time.
“You know, if that bikini top of yours is too restrictive … you could always take it off.”