Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“No, but you wanted to.” She gave a sobbing breath.
Lana’s confused expression cleared. “You mean Moon?”
She couldn’t help it; she broke into hysterical laughter.
“She’s lost her marbles …” Priscillia’s frightened voice brought her back from La-La-Land.
“That’s … his … name?” she managed through hiccupping sobs.
“I’d say that’s his biker nickname,” Priscilla replied, as if she were some sort of expert. “Is he why you lose it every time you hear Moon’s name?”
“Yes, that’s a ridiculous name. I mean, really … who calls themselves Moon?” Her voice rose higher with each word she spoke.
“She’s going to lose it again.”
Lana turned around to glare at Priscilla. “Will you please nip it?” she snapped. “I’m trying to find out what’s happened, and you’re not helping.”
“Sorry,” Priscilla apologized. “I’ll be quiet.”
Both she and Lana stared at her.
Lana rocked her head back and forth in a huff.
“Well, I will.”
“God help me.” Lana reached for the extra pillow then smacked Priscilla with it. “You’re going to make me lose my medical license because I’m about to strangle your ass. You say one more word, and I’m going to put honey on your hairbrush.”
Priscilla didn’t say a word, but Larissa could tell she wanted to.
“Try me,” Lana warned.
When she didn’t hear a peep, Lana focused back on her. “Let’s start over. Why do you think you broke our golden rule? Did you kiss Moon upstairs? Is that what all this is about?”
Their golden rule was to never to kiss one of their sisters’ boyfriends, regardless of if they were an ex or currently in a relationship.
Larissa rested her head on the headboard, tears streaking down her cheeks. “I did more than kiss the man.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lana and Priscilla sat as if turned to stone.
“Exactly how much more did you do?”
“I had sex with him.”
Both of her sisters had entirely different reactions.
“Oh my God!” Priscilla shouted then quickly clapped her hand over her mouth.
Lana’s eyes grew wide in concern. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Did he make you…?”
Larissa hastily shook her head at Lana. “No, I … just lost my mind …” Larissa sniffed, not wanting to break into tears again. “I don’t even know if Moon was the person I had sex with.”
“Oh my G—”
“I swear, Priscilla, if you say that again, I’m going to make you go in the other room.”
Priscilla hopped up from the foot of the bed, ran around it, and then jumped onto the empty side of the mattress, wiggling across to snuggle against Larissa’s side.
“Careful … you’ll hurt her,” Lana warned.
“Psst … Larissa has enough pain meds in her system to Riverdance.”
“It’s okay. She didn’t hurt me.” Tired, Larissa sought to stop the budding argument.
“Fine, then.” Lana threw Priscilla an exasperated glare at her gloating smile. “How do you not know who you had sex with?”
Larissa explained how she had seen the couple having sex. Then, from there, finding herself in the dark bedroom. “I didn’t know what to do when he asked me to take his boots off. He thought I was a girl named Ember.”
“I would have told him to take them off himself,” Priscilla said matter-of-factly.
“I would have left,” Lana reasoned.
“Of course, you would have. I was embarrassed by what I saw the other couple doing that I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought I could get out of there, and he would just think it was Ember.”
“Go on,” Priscilla encouraged raptly. “When did the touchy-feely stuff start?”
Larissa felt herself blushing. “I took his boots off. Then he thought I was a girl called Ember. She must live there, too. Anyway, his feet were freezing cold, so I massaged them to get them warmed. They were freezing.”
“You said all that already.”
“I bet you warmed them right up,” Priscilla joked, then had to arch her head away when Lana swung the pillow toward her.
Larissa jerked it away from her to put it behind her back then continued. “After that … I was going to leave—”
“But you didn’t.”
Her shoulders slumped. “No, I didn’t. He must have figured out I wasn’t Ember and thought I was mad at him because he had called by that name, so he started calling me Echo. Moon must have wanted to make it up to her really badly, because he started kissing me, and I mean really, really kissing me.”
Opening her eyes wide, Larissa tried to explain with nonexistent words just how much effort Moon had put into kissing her.
Lana arched an eyebrow at her. “We get it, Larissa.”
“Sorry…” If Larissa could stand, she would kick herself. She had as gotten carried away describing it as she had when it happened. Mentally smacking herself for being insensitive, she went back to recalling the night before. “Then, the next thing I knew, we were having sex … When it was over, he wanted me to turn the light on. I threw my clothes on instead, terrified he was going to turn the lights on himself and would find out I wasn’t Ember or Echo. I would have died of humiliation. Thankfully, I was able to slip out before he did and ran back to the bathroom. I was still in the bathroom when Winter knocked on the door.”