Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I sit on the edge of the bed and brush her hair gently off her back to press a soft kiss between her shoulder blades, unable to keep my hands or lips off her for too long. She groans and her eyelids flutter open, she rolls over and smiles sleepily at me. A shaft of sunlight escapes the curtains and lights her face. Light reflects off of her hair, shining a brilliant flaming red. I study her features, her bright eyes, her full lips, sex rumpled hair, she's never looked more sexy and I immediately want to bury myself in her... again, but I really have to go. Sadly I can't spend my life in bed with her.
I lean down and brush my lips over hers. She places a hand around my neck and holds me there. She releases me sulkily. "You're going?"
"Sorry sugar. I promised I'd meet my sister for coffee this morning, before she flies to Paris."
"Well, that is a shame. I could really go for morning sex right now." She bites her bottom lip whilst running her hands over her amazing tits.
"Lilly." I growl as I yank open the fly of my trousers.
I meet Cat at our usual spot. They serve the best cooked breakfasts here. Cat's her usual bubbly self. I’m not exactly well rested this morning and I must look like shit.
"Theo, are you even listening to me?" She scowls at me.
"Sorry, yes I am. I'm just a bit distracted at the moment."
She looks thoughtful. "With a girl?" Damn she's good.
"I don't get distracted by women. It's just work." Lilly technically works for me in a roundabout way...
"Whatever. I know that look." She grins. I glare back at her.
"So when do I have to meet your latest douchebag?" I smile as her face morphs into a scowl.
"He's not a douchebag." She pouts.
I laugh at her. "They're always douchebags. Men are arseholes. Take it from someone who knows."
"No, you're an arsehole. Don't measure other people by your own fucked up standards." She grumbles.
"You see that's where you're wrong. We're all arseholes, I'm just honest enough to admit it. Fact of nature, it is instinct for the male of any species to spread his seed."
"God you're a twat." She mutters as she takes a sip of her coffee. I laugh.
After harassing her for an hour, I give Cat a lift to the airport with the promise of doing dinner with said douchebag soon. Joy.
Monday evening Hugo invites a few of the ‘lads’ as he refers to them, although how you could refer to Henry and Will as lads I don’t know, over for a game night. This means drinking beer and playing video games. If anyone ever asked any of us we’d deny it, but it is fundamental part of male DNA to want to run about and shoot stuff. Obviously I can’t do that, although Hugo did buy two acres of land last year for the sole use of paint balling. Video games are the only available option.
I knock on Hugo’s front door but get no answer. He sometimes works in the office which is in the loft, so leaves the front door open. I push the door open and step inside. I place the pack of Corona on the side table.
“Hugo!” I shout.
“One minute!” He calls back from what sounds like the front room. I walk down the hall and can hear what sounds like voices, maybe crying. I turn the corner and, oh shit that’s not crying. It’s screaming.
“Hey mate. I promise I’ll make this real quick.” Hugo says, whilst on his knees, butt naked and giving it to some girl from behind, a girl who in turn has her face in another girl’s crotch. All this, right there on Hugo’s sofa.
“Dude, I don’t mind you watching, but unless you want to see me shoot my load you might want to turn around.” Hugo says with a stupid grin on his face. Fucking hell, I love him but he seriously has no limits.
“That would definitely scar me. I’ll be in the kitchen.” I go into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast bar whilst the chorus of screams get louder and finally stops. Fucking Hugo.
“Sorry about that mate.” He says when he finally emerges.
“No you’re not.” I laugh.
“You’re right. That was the best fucking I’ve had in weeks. They’re twins. Very talented. Pricey mind.” He shrugs.
“They’re hookers?!” I snort.
“Hey, they prefer the term escorts. They are, and I do pay them, but they throw in a lot of free extras if you know what I mean. Hence we ran over.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never paid for it. It’s just less hassle to pay for what you know will be a quality lay. Bar crawling’s always a gamble.”
I laugh. “Of course I’ve never paid for it.”