Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
In all my life, I’ve never felt more treasured than I have the last few days. It’s addicting, and my heart wants to go all in, but there’s fear that this is temporary. I’ll eventually have to leave, and what if they only want me for this short time period? Maybe they’ll go back to their lives without me once I’m gone from their apartment?
A whoosh of air hits me as the front door opens, the gust separating my dress. I quickly snap the fabric together, Josh’s wide brown eyes tracing a path up my body before they narrow, and his brow puckers. “You’re late,” he announces like I didn’t just flash him my pussy.
“Yeah, I got held up.” I ignore the little dress mishap and vow to add a couple of stitches to this dress before I wear it again. Along with panties, bras, little silk nighties, and some makeup, there were five dresses in the shopping bags Tristan brought me.
“You look lovely.” He gives me a tight smile while offering me inside with a wave of his hand, which annoys me. I lived here last week, and all my belongings are still here, so I shouldn’t need to be invited inside. I can come and go as I please. I paid my share of the damn rent.
I put a little extra weight into my steps, hoping to annoy him by leaving some scratches in the wood floor, but it only makes the damn balls bash against my G-spot, so I have to take several pauses.
Josh’s eyes drop to my heels, and I smirk. He’s the same height as me, so whenever I wore heels, he always complained about it making me taller than him. That’s why I always wore them to work. I had to wear flats when I went out with him.
After gesturing to the couch for me to sit, he jabs a finger over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” I turn in that direction, my stomach twisting as I’m assaulted by the visions of him fucking Eric with more enthusiasm than he ever did me.
“No, thank you,” I reply tightly. Looking to the couch, I notice the throw cushion is back in place and not in the damn trash. “I’ll sit at the table.”
I take one of the seats, Josh trailing behind me. “Listen, Pop, I know what you saw was shocking.” He palms the back of one of the chairs, his features pinched. “I’m sorry.”
I release a long exhale, nodding my head. “You know, I wouldn’t have judged you if you’d told me you were gay.” It’s true. If that was something he’d struggled with, if he’d questioned whether he was or not, I would’ve been there for him. Supported him. Regardless he should have told me, he’s known for a long freaking time— they’ve been together since they were fifteen.
His muscles pull tight over his form when he straightens, crossing his arms over his chest and flicking his head so his hair moves off his face.
I always thought Josh was handsome, in a pretty way—boy-band-ish cute. But it’s ridiculous how much better-looking Vance and Tristan are. Those men are like fantasies come to life, film stars, unnaturally hot, incredible looking.
Josh’s lips are moving, so I shake my head to tune back in to what he’s saying. “Sorry, what?” my question comes out a little more forcefully than I intended.
“I’m not gay,” He states that with a straight face, ironically.
“Josh, I saw you balls deep in a man’s ass, and you were totally into it. I’d never seen you like that.” He flinches and screws up his nose.
“Do you have to sound so crude?”
“Did you have to fuck your cousin in our kitchen?” I counter, and he winces. Stepping around the chair, he takes a seat and reaches for my hand, which I snatch away.
Sighing, his jaw tics. “We need to get past this, things with Eric are complicated. And you’re not like him. I don’t fuck you Pop, we make love.”
Gag. I know he hates the word fuck, so to get him to say it gives me a little bit of a victory.
“You said you don’t like it when I get wet,” I remind him, feeling surer of myself, stronger, more confident than I was only days ago.
“That’s not what I said.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I love making love to you. I love you. This thing with Eric is an urge, something we’ve been doing for a long time—a habit, really.”
“Smoking is a habit, Josh. Not fucking your cousin when you have a fiancée.”
He groans, rubbing his hands over his face. “Can you stop calling him my cousin? It’s through marriage, not blood.”
Like that’s the issue.
Leaning forward, he places his hands on my knees, and I fight the urge to recoil. “Please come home for Christmas. My family is expecting us and wants to discuss plans for the wedding.”