Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Surely, that accident would’ve deterred him from drinking for at least a couple of days.
Although, now that he thought about it, he could almost kick himself. It was a Saturday night, after all. Of course Breck would be partying with his friends. Aside from basketball, it seemed like that was all he ever really did.
Optimism dwindling, he headed up the walk to the house’s front door. Might as well at least see if Breck was there. Who knew, maybe he’d gone out with his other friends because he hadn’t wanted to party.
A man could dream.
Kai scaled the front steps and stepped through a door that’d been left wide open, then moved to the side as two barely clad ladies clumsily shuffled past. He regarded them and others wondering about. So much bare skin, the girls flagrantly flaunting every glistening inch, the guys ambling around in just their board shorts, and notably just as wet.
The music pulsed even louder inside, thick plumes of weed randomly clouding the air.
Another crew of girls emerged from a room up ahead, the first girl slamming on the breaks the second her eyes got a load of Kai. Her friends crashed into her, then quickly spotted him, too. Unabashedly, the trio ogled him—only to wheel around towards the pool when someone ripped loose on an air horn. They scurried out back as two guys ducked into the room they’d just exited.
Kai sighed and glanced back toward the door. He didn’t belong here. The energy was dense, distorted by intoxicated people. If he located Breck, he’d insist they take a walk.
“Grandmaster Kai!” came a familiar voice.
He turned to find Jegs and Charlie heading his way. Both wore swimming trunks and snorkel gear. Charlie sported an inflatable pink flamingo around his hips. And, just like everyone else, they both held a drink in each of their hands.
“Holy shit. It is him,” Charlie laughed.
“Told you.” Jegs grinned as they drew to a stop.
To Kai’s amusement, both bent at the waist for a commemorative bow.
His lips twitched as he returned the gesture.
Jegs straightened, then shoved up his snorkel mask and regarded him curiously. “So what brings you to our humble abode?”
Charlie cocked his head and eyed him, too.
Which was logical. Kai had never been there before and, as far as they would know, wasn’t friends with any of their fraternity brothers.
How to answer? What would Breck want him to say?
He pocketed his hands. “I’m… uh—”
A chorus of female voices rang out from down the hall. “Charlie! Jegs! What’s taking so long?” A throng of girls rounded the bend and swarmed them. And just like that, the two guys were herded toward the backyard pool.
“Talk later, Grandmaster!” Jegs called over his shoulder.
“Keg’s in the kitchen!” Charlie added with a laugh as he was pulled out of sight.
Kai grinned a little and shook his head, then resumed with his mission to locate Breck. Following the laughter to the room up ahead, what he presumed was the hangout area, he made it to the doorway—then stopped short at the sight on the couch.
Air lodged in his lungs as his chest constricted.
Oh, God. Aw, fuck. He should never have come.
Because lounging on that sofa was Breck—along with two nearly naked, bombshell babes. One a blonde, with wet hair down to her ass, the other a balayage brunette, with flawless light brown skin. Both wearing microscopic thong bikinis and absolutely nothing else.
Kai’s heart sank as he processed the image, Breck kicked back with one girl straddling his lap, the other pressed against his side. Not that Kai could actually see his face. That girl to the side held his head turned in her direction, her gaze hooded and her smile wide as she nibbled his lips.
It was Breck, though. Kai knew it was. Recognized his skull cut, his body, his ink—since, no, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Just a pair of red swim trunks.
Kai’s brows pinched. He needed to look away, but was still trying to reconcile the visual staring him in the face. The girl on Breck’s lap, grinding against his crotch, her hands splayed over his as he palmed her tits. All while gorgeous girl number two leisurely kissed his mouth.
Problem was, there’d be no reconciling this, because no explanation could justify this scene. Not when, in no way, was Breck trying to stop them. He actually seemed pretty content with letting them do as they pleased. All lounging on that fucking couch as they indulged in his body.
Something split open inside Kai’s chest, the pain staggering as flashbacks of a similar incident roared back to his mind. When he’d likewise walked in on Ryan with two other men. That night had devastated him, but this… This hurt so much more.
Breck had acted like Kai meant something to him. Like he’d wanted something more for them. And yet, look at him now, only two days later.