Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
The woods were quiet, and peaceful and beautiful, and I couldn’t help but smile as I traipsed along. Things were good. Life was good. I’d be going to the school in just a month, but Wilder and Lincoln and I had already discussed me just continuing to live with them. Lincoln was teaching me to drive, since I’d never learned, and Wilder promise that once I wasn’t grinding the gears between “park” and “drive,” I could use anything from his garage to get around.
And really, the whole thing was perfect. Yes, I’d be annoyed at having to spend most of my day away from them at school, but I knew what I could look forward to every night when I came home. Oh did I know.
Two perfect, amazing men who’d be ready to pounce on me. Too bad I wasn’t majoring in that.
I took a side trail that I knew would take me down by the road that led to the gates of the estate. Thinking about the two of them had me aching for them, and I grinned, knowing full well that no matter how busy they were, they were going be pulled away from it the second I got home.
I stepped out of the woods, biting my lip and grinning in anticipation as I headed for the big iron front gates. I could almost already feel their hands on me, and I could feel the heat throbbing between my thighs as I imagined what they might do to me. I knew they were both “for real” busy with work stuff, and I knew me barging in and teasing them for attention would get their blood running hot.
…Hopefully hot enough to punish me.
Then of course, there was the promise they’d made me a few nights before. See, we’d done all sorts of things together so far. They’d both taken my ass, they’d shared me between them. And they’d made me come in ways I’d never even dreamed of, with both of their hard, gorgeous bodies pressing into me.
But there was one thing we’d never done yet.
I’d never felt them both fuck me at the same time — one taking my pussy, and the other in my ass. I’d asked shyly, but they’d both been afraid of hurting me, or pushing me too hard. But a few nights before, after they’d made me come in the shower with both their mouths on me, I’d pushed for it again.
And this time, with fire blazing in their eyes, they promised that we would, soon.
…I was hoping that today might be the “soon.”
I stepped to the gates and flipped open the security code pad on the wall next to it. I could hear a car approaching, mixing with the sound of the birds and the slight breeze, but I paid it no mind. I knew the code by heart at that point, and I’d started to punch it in, when suddenly, the sound of the car braking sharply behind me caught my attention.
I whirled, and my jaw dropped.
The crappy, beat-up white Honda looked like it was held together with duct tape. And I actually knew for a fact that it was, because I knew the car.
…It was my dad’s.
My actual, real, biological dad’s. The man who’d basically abandoned me time and time again. I tensed as the engine shut off with a clang, and when the door swung open on rusty hinges, I took a step back.
“Heeeey there! There she is!”
His eyes were glazed over, his skin sallow and pale as he leered at me. Behind him, the passenger door swung open and Stephanie, Wilder’s drugged out sister and my dad’s partner in crime, staggered out.
“Well fuck me, looks like my brother’s living pretty good these days, huh?”
I said nothing, pursing my lips and taking another step back. My dad glared at me.
“What, no hug?”
“What are you doing here?”
He scowled. “What, I can’t come say hi to my girl?”
“Not when you’re supposed to be in jail.”
My dad and Stephanie both snickered.
“Nah, they let me out!”
His eyes shifted from side to side. He looked dirty, and his hand came up to scratch his arm in that junky way I recognized from having grown up with one.
Bullshit.
“They, uh, they let Steph out too.”
Stephanie giggled this horrible, screechy laugh like it was some sort of inside joke.
“So, how’s living with my rich brother?”
My dad shot a look past the gates.
“That who’s buying you all those nice clothes? Who bought you that nice—”
I gasped as he lunged, his arm shooting out and snagging the phone Wilder had got me from my hand as I tried to pull it out of my back pocket.
“Who bought you this fancy fuckin’ phone?”
I trembled, taking a step back and shaking my head.
“Dad, you guys are in jail. What the hell are you doing here?”