Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My hands grip her hips, and I start to move her back and forth, watching as my erection moves in and out of her pussy. The sight is my undoing, and I fall forward, thrusting into her until my hot cum fills the condom. Instantly, I’m out of her and on my knees with her legs over my shoulder. I know she didn’t get her orgasm, and I’m not about to let her fake it. My tongue and fingers go to work and listen when she tells me not to stop what I’m doing. I don’t until she’s thrashing around, and her body is trying to milk me for all I’m worth. I swallow her sweet juices and then crawl next to her.
“Now, we can fuck,” I tell her, much to her delight.
twenty-five
Thea
Things between Kyler and I are really great. Despite the fact we’ve only just officially become a couple, we haven’t slipped into that newly-together, honeymoon period most new couples go through, and we’re definitely not “sexing like rabbits” as Nolan not-so-delicately put it. It’s not that we don’t want to—there are times where we absolutely do—I’m just mindful of the fact my brother’s room is just across the hallway to Kyler’s and underneath mine. And, despite the fact Jude’s told me on a number of occasions he’s happy for us, and has given us his blessing, it just feels weird knowing he’s nearby while we’re, well, sexing. Plus, what with the guys’ hockey games and Kyler’s job at the bar, we don’t have the luxury of spending all our time together, and I’m okay with that. We’re still our own person and so not being joined at the hip works well for both of us. But it doesn’t stop Ky from slipping into my bed late at night after he’s finished a shift. And the times he doesn’t? Well, those are the occasions we don’t talk about, because this is where we disagree. He’s still fighting, and I wish he’d stop. He tells me he has to go through with each fight because the money is a promise of a secure future for Lacey. And because Lacey is his priority and I know I’ll lose the argument every time. So, instead, I care for his cuts and bruises as tenderly as I can and hold back my words.
Today, Kyler’s helping his sister with finalizing everything for Lacey’s birthday party at the end of the week, so I’m taking the opportunity to do my own bit of family bonding. Jude and I have barely seen each other recently and it feels like we’re distant relatives rather than close siblings. Like Ky, hockey takes up most of his time, but when he’s not on the ice, he’s also not at home, saying he has plans elsewhere. Whatever they are, they seem to leave my brother closed off. He’s not his usual, happy self and my sibling instinct tells me there’s something on his mind.
He’s already at Cool Beans, the coffee shop on campus, when I arrive and has snagged us one of the cozy sofa areas, so I order our coffees and something to eat. He won’t have time to have lunch later, so I make sure he has something now.
“Hey bro,” I greet him, leaning down to give him a hug which he reciprocates, and hand him his americano and a grilled pastrami and cheese sandwich. “How was class?”
Jude shrugs as he takes a sip, the hot temperature of the drink causing him to wince a little. “Eh, same old. Prof. Donnelly was in an extra grumpy mood today, which is always a joy.”
I feel a little bad for Jude, as Professor Donnelly is the only professor at NU who doesn’t give any leeway to the athletes on our sports teams. While others are more lenient with workloads or deadlines for turning in papers, Donnelly doesn’t give a rat’s ass. As far as he’s concerned, if you take his class, then you’re expected to give one hundred percent commitment to the assignments sent; extra-curricular activities or not.
I take a sip of my oat latte before following up. “His class was a killer, huh?”
“You know it.”
An awkward silence settles between us and Jude takes a bite of his sandwich, seemingly unaware of the stilted conversation. Normally we’d be talking non-stop, or teasing each other, and there’s never been this strange tension between us—I don’t like it at all.
“Is everything all right, Jude?”
Jude takes another bite of his sandwich before responding. “Yeah, why?”
“It’s just that you seem . . . I don’t know, preoccupied, I guess?”
He glances out of the window as if to collect his thoughts, but doesn’t offer an immediate reply, which makes me worry even more.
“You know you can talk to me, right? I know I’ve been a little head-in-the-clouds with Ky, but I’ve always got time for my favorite brother.”