Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
She released my clit. “Give me more, Piper. If you don’t come again, I’m going to slam all five fingers into this cunt until you do. You’re right, I am a whore, a slut, but this dirty pussy tells me you are too. So if you want to be my Daddy, you better come all over my face and prove you’re worthy.”
Fuck. “You’ve got a dirty little mouth, whore. Maybe I need to clean it for you.”
“Yes, clean it with another release. Flood my mouth. Show me you can ride my face better than your brother ever could.”
Were we messed up for discussing my twin brother as we fucked each other? Probably. But for some deranged reason, mentioning him during sex added a taboo element that gave me a perverse pleasure. I loved my brother, but he had something I wanted, and I was determined to win the prize.
I bucked against Kaye as she added a third finger and then a fourth, filling me as she nipped at my clit. She worked me to the brink, and I screamed as I exploded in waves all over her face.
Kaye dislodged her fingers as I came down from my climax, and I moved down her curvaceous body. Fuck, I loved how full she was, from the swell of her large breasts to the curve of her belly and her thick thighs. Her body was a damn work of art.
I licked her mouth, tasting my release mixed with the intoxicating flavor of her salty skin. Pushing her damp hair away from her face, I stared into her warm, smug eyes.
Kaye licked her lips. “Tastes good. Next time, you’re gonna give me more.”
Her words sobered me up, bringing me crashing back to the cold reality of our existence. “When would that be, Kaye? In the middle of the night again? Are you gonna sneak into my room? Or will you have your head buried between my legs while my brother sleeps in the bed beside us? Or will we meet in the bathroom and fuck while he snores in the next room?”
Kaye’s gaze moved past my face to the window. Her voice was low, sad, and broken. “That’s all I have to give you.”
I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. That I was worth more than that. That we were worth more. I longed to articulate a well-formulated speech, laying down all the reasons we should come clean, but the rage and pain in my heart put a muzzle over my mouth. “As much as I deserve better than what you’re giving me, the sad reality is that you deserve more than you’re giving yourself. The right thing to do is to walk away, but we both know the one to leave won’t be me. It will be you.”
CHAPTER 7
Kaye
It’s been over a week since I walked out on Piper in the green room. I wanted to punch her in the face for coming back and fucking up my shit.
I was fine living my life. A fucking exceptional life, thank you very much. I took the shitty existence I came from and cultivated something lucrative and successful. I was the kid whose parents barely fed her. Now, I’m a successful woman who easily garners eight figures a year, and I did it all by myself. No one gave me a leg up. There’s no nepotism involved in my success. Piper doesn’t even know the sacrifices I made for her. She’ll never know that the day our lives changed, my heart broke into so many pieces that I still haven’t been able to put it all back together in ten years. But I can’t deny that if it weren’t for her, I might not be here, and that pisses me off.
Piper pushed her way into my heart and convinced me that something more was possible. If it wasn’t for Piper, I’m not sure I would have ever discovered my sexuality or my passion for music.
Days when no one was at Hughes’ house were my favorite. Piper and I would play house, and all the problems of the world would wash away. We weren’t in impossible situations in those moments. Instead, we were two girls madly in love, longing for a happy and bright future.
Piper grabbed her bag, pulled out a record, and put it on the player. As soon as she dropped the needle on the vinyl, she turned and beamed at me. “This is us, but unlike the couple in this song, we’ll make it.”
As soon as I heard the opening chords, my heart dropped. Those first lines, filled with hope, soon became verses of pain. “No one will convince me that Tracy Chapman isn’t a lyrical genius.” I turned to Piper. “Only one problem. Neither of us has a fast car.”
Piper hung her head out the window and took a hit of the joint. “It’s a metaphor.” She butted the blunt out and walked to me, placing her hand over my black eye. “I want to kill him.”