Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Mom groans. “Why do you have to be difficult about everything?”
Izzy reaches the climax of her performance, still kneeling on the shower floor, and squirts cum, otherwise known as my good body wash, all over her tits. She reaches up and grips my shower head before holding it by her pussy and turning it on, letting water shoot across the shower, mimicking that her favorite Slater brother left her gushing like a waterfall, and all I can do is give her a round of applause.
“I’ll see you there with Izzy, or I won’t see you at all,” I tell Mom. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to go.”
Mom groans again, and before I can get another word in, she ends the call, leaving me grinning at my best friend.
“Ten out of ten performance,” I tell her, holding up every last finger I’ve got just to get my point across. “The props really put you on the map, but if you knew the things I’ve done with that showerhead, you wouldn’t be so comfortable with it.”
Izzy gapes at me, getting to her feet and putting the showerhead back in its holder. “You’re such a little skank,” she tells me, which is rich coming from the woman who just gave an award-winning air blow job to my stepfather. “I think I’m going to need a shower.”
“To clean the cum off your tits or to cool off?”
“Both,” Izzy laughs and after peeling her clothes off, she adjusts the water temperature. “Wait. Did I hear you right? Did you just force an invitation to your mom’s family dinner on me?”
“You bet your cum-covered tits I did.”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “Okay, but you should fully expect that I’m going to try and rail your step-daddy,” she tells me. “If you accidentally walk into a room to see a repeat performance of what you just saw, mind your business.”
“Noted,” I say, and with that, Izzy steps under the water, starting the whole getting-ready process right from the beginning.
19
HARPER-RAYN
The music vibrates right through to my soul as Izzy and I waste our night away dancing on the sticky nightclub dancefloor. It must be . . . shit. I can’t even begin to guess what the time is. We didn’t end up leaving my apartment until after ten, and since then, I’ve allowed the alcohol and music to take control.
My body sways as I do everything in my power to forget the guilt that’s been coursing through my veins since the moment I decided not to clue Knight in on the bullshit that went down in my bedroom with my stalker.
As far as I’m concerned, Knight thinks my home is safe, and if he knew that my stalker showed himself and physically touched me, I can guarantee he would have me wrapped in bubble wrap and handcuffed to the headboard of his bed. Though on second thought, that might not be the worst thing in the world.
On some level, I know I need to tell Knight what happened, but how can I tell him that I allowed a stranger to touch me, and not only did I like it, he made me come?
I have to keep this to myself, at least for now.
Tonight though, all I need to worry about is having a good time.
The overhead strobe lights flash as Izzy and I let loose, our bodies rolling as we sip on our drinks and have the night of our lives. Men have come and gone, but for the last hour, I’ve had two all over me, and while I’m not about to drop to my knees and take them both at once, I’m more than happy to let them grind against me and make me feel like the most desirable woman they’ve ever laid eyes on.
The loud music makes it almost impossible to hear a word either of them says, but truth be told, I don’t care what they have to say. Tonight is about being free, being desired, and getting wildly drunk. Izzy and I laugh as another man approaches her, and the sultry look she gives him is all the approval he needs to move in behind her and let her grind her ass all over him.
I can’t help but laugh as she blows this man’s tiny mind, barely laying a finger on him, and honestly, it makes me wish that Knight was here, grinding up against me, but that’s never going to happen. We can’t be anything to each other, and if I were smart, I wouldn’t have said a thing to Laith. I would have continued to allow him to rock my world, and hopefully he would have rocked it so well that I worked Knight right out of my system. Assuming that’s even possible, of course.
Working Knight out of my system? Shit. That’s a tall order.