Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“My brother just sees what I used to be. The kid who’d do absolutely anything to get out of my responsibilities. And I feel like he partially blames me for Adam’s death,” I explained.
“Who’s Adam?” She sounded tired.
I sighed.
She was really getting into the deep stuff, but I knew I had to give it to her. All of it. She had to make her own decisions whether or not to stay with me, and to do that, she needed to get every single detail.
“Adam.” I said, choking on the word slightly. “Adam is…was…my brother’s best friend.”
She didn’t say anything, and I looked up to see her eyes on me, rimmed in red from her tears, staring at me intently.
“I knew Adam for as long as I can remember,” I said. “He and Jack had been best friends for what seemed like forever,” I said. “Adam was there when Jack thought he’d lost Winter, his wife. He watched over me…and I was supposed to watch over him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t.” I licked my lips. “We were on a call at an abandoned building when the building exploded around us…Adam was very close to it the actual explosion. He died instantly.”
“He died while you were together?” She probed.
I nodded. “Yeah. I was on the other side of the room, but I was close enough,” I swallowed.
She looked down at her hands. “I can’t even imagine.”
I shrugged.
“But that doesn’t explain how you think his death is your fault,” she said.
I picked at my fingernails.
“Adam got promoted to a different position, but he stayed back because he’d promised my brother that he’d take care of me,” I said. “He’s dead today because of how I acted.”
“You just told me that you got your head on straight. What makes you think that Adam and Jack couldn’t see that?” She asked fiercely. “If you want my opinion, I bet that Adam stayed because he liked being there with you. Nobody does something that they really don’t want to do for long, even if they’re doing it for someone they love.”
I looked sharply at her.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I’m just saying that, in general, people are all about self-gratification. You would’ve seen that Adam was unhappy if he truly was. And you would’ve confronted him, correct?”
I thought about that.
Yeah, I guess I would have.
Adam never once showed discontent.
In fact, I saw him smiling more often than not….in fact, he’d been smiling at me when he’d died.
And that image of his smiling face would be forever ingrained in my brain.
She got up and tried to walk to the counter, but I caught her hand and pulled her back to me.
She pressed up against me, facing me with an expectant look.
“You’re good for me, you know that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Glad to be of service.”
I moved forward until my lips pressed lightly against hers.
“Seems we’re both doing a bunch of learning about each other today,” I said.
She laughed and wrapped her hands around my neck.
My cock started to stir, and I was glad I’d demanded we make a stop at the drug store before we’d come to her place.
Especially when she started to slowly grind into my cock that she felt against her.
Her mouth came down hard on mine, and her hands found purchase, once again, in my hair.
My heart started to race as our kiss went from something sweet, to something dark and naughty.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I started to say.
“Maybe we should,” she challenged.
“We’re both fucked up right now…,” I continued.
But her hands…I couldn’t think straight when she placed them on me.
They were now traveling down my chest, and my nipples hardened.
“We’ll both probably always be fucked up,” she said. “All we’ve gotta do is stay fucked up together, and stop trying to make it a bad thing that we like being together, even though we’ve got bad shit going on in our lives.”
I couldn’t argue with logic like that.
Not one single bit.
I left my worries about her and me behind, instead fisting my hand in her hair and pulling it down to expose her throat to my hungry mouth.
“Yes,” she growled.
I hummed in amusement as I licked a line up from the base of her throat to the very tip of her ear.
She shivered, and then reached for her shirt, roughly yanking it up and over her head.
She was still in the same clothes she’d been in last night, but I wasn’t complaining.
It was fun to take them off of her.
Clothes went flying, mine and hers.
We ended up naked on the couch, our clothes in a trail from the kitchen to it.
Fingers were everywhere, touching, plucking and tickling.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock stroking it awkwardly in the tight space between our bodies. There wasn’t much room, which meant that my cock was sandwiched in between the softness of her belly and the hard ridges of mine.