Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I frowned, but then the bouncing dots that told me he was texting more disappeared, and another text came through.
Holden: Of you.
I glanced at the girls, making sure they were still occupied before I flipped the camera around. I took a selfie with my tongue out and sent it to him.
Holden: You’re beautiful.
My smile faded instantly, heat cascading down my neck before I sat up a little in my chair and typed back a joke to clear any sign of that sweet remark.
Me: You just like me with my tongue out.
Holden: Very true. On your knees with your tongue out is my preferred view.
That text sent a jolt of desire right between my thighs, and I glanced at the girls before clearing my throat and excusing myself from the table. I walked slowly down the hall to our guest bath, locking the door when I was inside.
Then, I fixed my hair in the mirror, took my shirt off and then my sweatpants. I shoved them both out of the way before dropping to my knees and holding the camera phone above me. I snapped a pic and sent it to Holden before I could overthink it.
Me: Like this?
Holden: Fuck.
I smiled in victory, already putting my clothes back on. I washed my hands just in case the girls were listening — though I doubted they were. Then, I texted him again.
Me: Wait up for me.
My phone didn’t buzz again until I was back seated at the table, and now Mary had her ass out, showing an impressive floral tattoo that spanned her hip and outer upper thigh. I smiled, sipping from my wine before grabbing my phone and sliding my thumb to unlock it.
Holden: Oh, I’ll wait UP for sure…
I frowned, but then a picture came through.
My heart jolted, a pang of something delicious and electric flowing through me at the sight.
It was Holden, completely naked, in his bed, with his thick, hard cock in his hand.
“Fuck…” I said under my breath, tapping on the picture to make it larger. He’d taken the photo from a downward angle, like he’d held the camera between his thighs for the shot. He was half-propped up against his headboard, his cock in his hand, and the view showed me his tight balls, his veiny shaft, the thick base of him wrapped in his fist, and that perfect mushroom tip above his fingers.
Behind his show-stealing cock was Holden’s glorious abs.
And a panty-melting grin.
“What are you so distracted by?” Mary asked, and before I could answer, before I could turn my screen black or shrug her off or do anything, she reached over the table and snatched my phone right out of my hand.
“Mary, don’t!”
But it was too late.
Her jaw hit the floor, eyes bulging out of her head. “Oh. My. Cock.”
“What?!” Riley and Giana said at the same time, and then they were crowding over her while I sank into my seat and covered my face with my hands.
Shrieks filled the house.
“Oh, my God. Is that a…?” Giana started.
“A near-perfect specimen holding his gigantic wang?” Mary finished for her on a laugh. “Sure is!”
“Give it back,” I hissed, uncovering my face and reaching across the table. But Mary angled herself away, standing as the girls followed behind her.
Riley pulled the phone from Mary’s hand and looked closer.
Then her face went white.
“Wait… is that…”
Giana paled next. “Holy shit. That’s Holden.”
All their eyes widened as they pinned me, and I didn’t know what to do, what to say.
So, I didn’t say or do anything at all.
And it was confirmation enough.
Riley squealed at the same time Giana yanked her hands away from the phone like it was on fire. She shoved the heels of her palms into her eyes. “I’ll never unsee that!” she screamed.
“I never want to unsee that,” Mary said on a laugh, staring a little longer before finally handing me my phone back. I immediately locked it and shoved it in my pocket.
“Um…” Riley folded her arms, popping a hip as she stared at me. “I need details. Now.”
“Same,” Giana said, plopping down into her seat and moving it closer to mine. “You and… Holden?!”
I cringed, groaning as I dropped my head to the table.
“I called this shit,” Mary said, unbothered as she topped off all our glasses of wine. “Just saying.”
“Yeah, well, seeing his cock was your prize. You’re welcome.”
She smiled victoriously before leaning back in her seat, and then all their eyes were on me, waiting.
“Well?!” Giana probed.
I sighed. “There’s nothing to tell. We’re just… friends.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Friends who fuck.”
Riley blinked. Mary snorted. And Giana groaned.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. Didn’t you learn anything from the books I gave you? Have you never watched a single romantic comedy in your life? That never works out well.”
I sat up. “Yeah, well, it’s working fine for us.”