Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Faster, faster, my fist is a blur by the time I give over to the pressure building in my balls and, for the second time today, imagine drowning her in my cum. Filling her throat and her mouth while blissful sensations roll through me in one warm wave after another. Her tearful, flushed face still lingers in my mind’s eye by the time the rush starts to fade. There’s even saliva and jizz leaking down her chin before I open my eyes to face reality again.
I came all over the counter. What the fuck is happening to me?
After taking a minute to clean up using stuff stored under the sink, I wash my hands and splash cold water on my cheeks. There’s a haunted look in my eyes when I meet my reflection in the mirror. Get your shit together.
I have to. There’s no other choice.
Especially with so many voices starting to get louder on the other side of the door. “Who’s in there?” somebody asks, while other people laugh and take bets on who’s getting off in here. They’re half right, anyway. I just didn’t have a partner except in my imagination.
Instead of opening the door to some random person, I open it to somebody who looks just like me. “There you are.” Preston rolls his eyes while the people behind him let out groans like they’re disappointed once they see I’m alone in here.
I don’t like his tone, especially in front of people. “Sorry. Was I supposed to check in with you before I took a piss?”
His jaw tightens before he jerks his head toward the garage door. I need to get out of here anyway and free up the room, so I follow him in there, waiting for him to flip on a light before joining him in what’s actually a pretty well-organized space. “I know this is all Elliana,” I decide as I look around at the shelves of storage bins. Some of them are even labeled. “No way Carter is doing this on his own.”
Preston doesn’t seem interested in their organizational scheme. “You didn’t need to get an attitude with me back there. Now everybody’s gonna think there’s a problem between us.”
“Who gives a shit what anybody thinks?” I have to ask as I move deeper into the garage. Am I deliberately putting space between us? I think I am, even if subconsciously, and I don’t know why. He’s the one person I’ve never gotten tired of being around. He’s my other half. But right now, he’s the last person I want to see.
Because of the way he’s looking at me. Like he thinks he’s Dad all of a sudden. “I thought you were going to throw down with Maya before. What is it with you? You’ve been on edge all day.”
“What’s with the interrogation?”
“What’s with your fucking pissy attitude?” he barks, making me come to a standstill in surprise. “Do me a favor and spare me, because I’m not going to put up with it.”
There’s a long time where all we do is look at each other from across the garage, the only sound our harsh breathing. We fight like any other brothers, and our fights can be intense. But somehow, there’s something different about this. There’s tension in the air, like electricity makes my arm hair stand on end.
“Is that it?” I ask after a few drawn-out moments. “Do you have something else to get off your chest?”
With narrowed eyes, he asks, “What about your chest? Because I’m starting to think you’ve got something you need to get off of it. You better do it now.”
Right. Because if there’s one thing I respond well to, it’s being bossed around. Talked down to. “Thanks, but I’m good.”
All he does is snort softly, look me up and down, and shake his head. “Whatever.” That’s all he says before going back into the house and closing the door harder than he needs to, leaving me on my own.
Her fault. My brother just walked away from me in the middle of an argument, looking at me like he didn’t care and didn’t even know me, and it’s all because of her. This isn’t us. We don’t usually carry this tension and animosity. But I have felt it toward him all day, now that I think about it.
And it’s because of her. Because of him bringing her to everybody else’s attention, like we have to compete to make her miserable.
It’s because she exists. Because she’s poison.
And I’m starting to think it’s too late to flush her out of my system.
9
PRESTON
There’s something wrong with my brother, and there’s only one reason I can come up with.
We barely said a word to each other yesterday on the way to and from the hospital for our volunteer hours. The air in the truck was so thick, it was almost hard to breathe. We drove to school separately today—he has class before me but usually checks to see if I feel like coming in a little early just so I don’t have to drive. He didn’t ask this time.