Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“So she got two days, not two weeks. What difference would it make if I didn’t fall for her during that time? What would happen if I fell for someone else in the first two weeks?” I can’t resist adding, “Who says I haven’t?”
Evangeline grabs a cigarette out of the pack sitting on her coffee table, lights up, and inhales a deep drag. “She would have accepted it, River, but you walking away and just leaving? With no one? She won’t accept that. Please. I’m begging you. You can’t leave.”
I gaze at the pack of cigarettes, tempted to take one. I hate smoking, but damn... “We gave you a break,” I say. “Brett found you, and we agreed. We did this to help you as much as we did it for ourselves. Any side deals you have that complicate your loyalties are all the more reason for me to get the fuck out.”
Evie rushes at me and grabs my shirt, her lit cigarette falling to the carpet.
I remove her hands from me once more, retrieve the cigarette, and place it in the ashtray. “No need to burn the place down,” I say.
“It wouldn’t matter.” She shakes her head.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demand.
She sniffles again, but this time, she meets my gaze with determination. “If you leave this island, they’ll kill me, River. I’m as good as dead.”
EPISODE 82
ACE CLITFINDER
Ariel
Four years earlier...
The day after losing my virginity to—and then being dumped by—Nelson Pickering, the SOB, I wake up, trudge to the small bathroom that Mama and I share, and look in the mirror.
My eyes are puffed up like marshmallows, and my nose is red as a ripe tomato. I’m still congested, so I turn on the shower, wait until the mirror is good and steamed up so the ugly reminder of last night is a cloudy blur, and then step into the hot water. I close my eyes and imagine that the shower is cleaning the dirt of Nelson’s lies from me. I spent the night crying for my lost love, for the man I thought he was, and for the gift I gave him so freely that is now gone forever. If what Jazz told me is true and the first time is always bad anyway, then really, what have I lost?
That doesn't make me feel any better, though.
As I wash the stain of him from my body, I vow to wash him from my mind and heart as well. I may no longer be a virgin, but my next time will be good. I’ll make sure of it.
Once I’m out of the shower and dried off, my face looks a little better. But only a little. Thank goodness today is Sunday, my one day off. Mama has already left for church, so I take the chance to call Jazz, my bestie.
“Hey, girl,” she drawls into the phone. “Happy birthday a day late. Did Nelson give you the perfect gift?”
I swallow back more tears, determined to move forward. “Yeah, and it sucked, Jazz.”
“First time always does, Ariel. I told you.”
She did, but she meant something else. “He dumped me. He only wanted the sex.”
She’s quiet a moment. Then, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Not half as sorry as I am.”
“You need to cry it out?”
“Been there, done that. This won’t happen to me again. The next time is going to be good for me, so if I get dumped I’ll at least have had some good sex.”
“Nelson’s a douche,” Jazz says.
“A double douche, for sure.” Then I swallow, working up the nerve to tell Jazz the real reason for my call. “You still have that dick-shaped vibrator you told me about?”
“Peter G. Spot?” She chuckles. “Sure do. I never spend a night without him.”
“Does he have a friend for me?”
This time she laughs harder. “He does, at that. I have another that’s new in the package, never been used.”
“Great. Can I come meet him?”
“Sure enough. Come on over later, after lunch.”
“I was hoping to come now, while Mama’s at church.”
“Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll jump in the shower. See you in fifteen?”
I smile into the phone. “Thanks, Jazz.”
I end the call. Next time, damn it, the sex will at least be good for me, no matter what happens afterward.
Present Day...
Sebastian Tate is way better than Ace Clitfinder. That day Jazz gave me Ace and I took him home for some fun, I learned a lot about my body and what I like.
I like a dick in my pussy. Nelson must have been the worst lover ever because having my pussy filled hasn’t failed me since. I like being licked as much as the next woman, but nothing gets me going like a thick, hard cock inside me.
And Sebastian Tate’s cock was damn near the best I’ve ever had.
Something else I learned about myself after I graduated from Ace Clitfinder to real dick—I get emotionally attached too easily. I tend to mistake the amazing physical sensations for something else. I’m still doing it here, first with Brett—who hasn’t given me a look since the first night—and then with Alex—who couldn’t wait to make out with June after I left our threesome.