Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Reagan walked past me and sat down on my bed, patting the place beside her. I frowned and didn’t move from my spot in the middle of my room. She was dressed in running shorts and a tanktop, but at least she wasn’t sweaty.
She narrowed her eyes. “Sit.”
“Are you getting all dominatrix with me?” I asked as I plopped down beside her.
“No. Not that I don't think that you don't need a woman who tells you what to do now and then.”
“Where's Kevin?”
“He's still asleep. It's the weekend after all.”
“You do realize that sitting on my bed might look strange?” I said. I didn’t want to imagine how Kevin would react if he found his girlfriend in my bed. I doubted that he'd give me the chance to explain the situation to him. Maybe I was a man-whore but my friends' girlfriends were definitely off limits.
She rolled her eyes. “Don't be stupid. I'm not attracted to you. Nobody would think that I'd have an affair with you.”
“You break my heart,” I said in a fake hurt tone.
Reagan crossed her legs, a determined look on her face. “We don't have time for this nonsense right now. I came to talk to you before Amber wakes up. I don't want her to know that I'm here.”
Now she had my undivided attention. “Is anything wrong?”
Reagan shook her head. “Nothing is wrong, except for the fact that you don't tell Amber about your feelings.”
I opened my mouth to protest but she cut me off. “Don't deny your feelings, they're obvious.” Her eyes softened slightly. “Listen, Zach, you need to do the first step and tell Amber. She's too scared that you might reject her. I can see how good you are for each other. You just need to admit your feelings for each other.”
Brian would object to that. “Are you sure that Amber has feelings for me?”
“Are you blind?”
“I don't want to push Amber into anything she's not ready for,” I said cautiously. And what was worse: I wasn’t even sure if I was ready for a committed relationship.
Reagan’s eyes flashed. “Admitting one's feelings and seeing each other, doesn’t mean that you need to get physical. Amber isn’t Brittany.”
Annoyance rocked through me. Why did everyone have to bring up Brittany? “I know that, Reagan. Why do you think I'm being so careful?”
“What’s really holding you back, Zach? Are you worried you can’t go without sex for a while?”
“I’m a guy,” I said annoyed. “Of course, I’m thinking about sex. I’ve never had a serious relationship, unless you count the few no-strings-attached girlfriends I’ve had over the years. I’m not even sure if I could stay faithful to a girlfriend I could actually screw, but with Amber I’d be forced to live like a monk for God knows how long.”
Reagan’s lips tightened with disgust. “If that’s your reasoning, then you’re a pig.” She stood abruptly. “Kevin told me you think you are like your cheating, home-wrecking father, but our parents don’t define who we are or who we become. There’s something like choice. Maybe you should stop following in your father’s step like a mindless sheep and figure out what you really want.” My phone started buzzing on the nightstand, the screen flashing with Brittany’s name. “If screwing around is all you want, then you should answer that call. But then you better stay away from Amber. I won’t watch you break her heart. I expected more from you.” With a last glower, she whirled around and stormed out of my room, slamming the door shut.
“Bitch,” I muttered. I expected more from you? Really? That’s what my father always said to me. I could never do anything right in his eyes and apparently the same applied to Reagan, Kevin and Brian. Fuck them. This was my life. I picked up the phone. “Hey Britt, do you want to come over? I need you.”
***
I thrust into Brittany one last time, the subsiding waves of my orgasm surging through me. Brittany lifted her head from the pillow where she’d buried her face to stifle her moans. She was stretched out on the bed, her butt propped up. She loved that position and I didn’t mind watching her hot ass during sex. I pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. Then I stood and stared down at her sweat-slick skin. She rolled onto her back, arms raised over her head and a satisfied smirk on her face. Guilt gripped my chest. While I’d fucked Britt, images of Amber had kept popping into my head. She’d wormed her way into my brain and I couldn’t get her out. Britt ran her toes up my thighs until she reached my balls. She began massaging them with her foot and a jolt of lust made my softening cock jerk. What was I doing? Sex with Britt was hot, mind-blowing, uncomplicated, and yet deep down I wanted more. I wanted Amber.
I stepped back and Britt’s foot dropped from my balls. She sat up, frowning. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t go another round.”
I could definitely go another round and my already hardening cock wanted to, but I had to stop this madness. Reagan was right. I expected to become like my father. I wasn’t even trying to become a better man. I ran a hand through my hair. I was an asshole. How could I explain my reasoning to Britt without a major scene? Soft steps padded past my door. Amber. I cringed. Had she noticed anything? Fuck. I’d told Britt we needed to be quiet because of Brian, but she had let a few moans slip out.
Her eyes narrowed. “Is that her?”
“What?”
“Someone walked past your door just now and you got a strange look on your face. That was Brian’s sister, right?”
I forced a shrug. “So what?”
“So what?” Britt repeated, rising from the bed. “You almost never invite me over for sex. Did you want to make her jealous?”
I laughed. “No, of course not.”
“Then why?”
That was a good question. Maybe I was trying to push Amber away, but I didn’t want to do that anymore. I wanted to give this thing with Amber a chance.