Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He gives me a sharp shake of his head. “Rabbit. I saw one of the traps they left behind.”
I scrub my palm over my face and let out a heavy sigh. “Thank fuck.”
Rain begins to patter on the leaves around and above us. The wind picks up and the thunder sounds nearer. I hope my siblings are clothed and warm because the rain will chill to the bone all too quickly as we slide into fall.
“There were tons of boot prints all around the creek bed,” Wild says after chugging his own water. “How close do you think they are?”
He’s asking Rowdy but looking at me. Still awkward between these two. One day, they’ll have to duke it out or get over it. We don’t have time for their shit right now.
“Close,” Rowdy says, casting his gaze along the trail they’ve clearly taken based on how trampled the earth is. “They’re getting sloppy, not bothering to cover their tracks either.”
Rowdy continues along the path, surveying snapped branches with intense scrutiny. We all fall quiet again, prowling through the woods carefully as we stalk our people. So far, we don’t hear any human sounds, but we keep our ears open. Now that the stress of seeing Raegan’s ponytail and avoiding the bear is over, my mind attempts to slip into a happier place.
My palm over Ronan’s granite dick, rubbing him through his jeans.
The hot, needy, breathy sounds that escaped him as I brought him to ecstasy.
His slick, warm lips when I’d first brushed mine over his.
I ache to have Ronan in my arms to repeat what we did that night in the tent. Hell, I’d be happy to simply hold him. To inhale his hair and finally rest because he would be safe again.
Until Dad finds out…
Ignoring that nagging thought, I think of Raegan. Without her long hair, what will she look like? If she were here, I’d hold her too. I’d stroke her hair and tell her she’s beautiful no matter what.
If—no, when I get them back, I’m going to do everything in my power to heal them or make them happy. Whatever horrors they’ve endured will be a thing of the past. I’ll make sure of it.
Wild interrupts my thoughts as he tells me all about some girl named Gigi that he slept with. Apparently, she’s got the biggest tits at his school. I grunt out responses as though I’m listening, but my mind keeps drifting back to Raegan. Her tits weren’t huge like those in the magazine, but they were a healthy handful. Her nipples were hard and perfect.
God, I’d wanted to fuck her on the forest floor.
I still would love to.
Until Dad finds out…
All pleasure-filled thoughts sour at the idea of Dad catching me with my hand around my brother’s dick or my dick inside my sister.
He wouldn’t just send me away.
He might kill me.
Despair sucks me into its void once again. I don’t understand how something that feels natural and right is so wrong. Dad thinks he can send me away to find some “wife” out there, but I would be so miserable. I don’t want a Gigi with big tits. I want Raegan.
Raegan, unlike Ronan, though, could get pregnant.
Something could go wrong with the baby.
It would be all my fault.
Rain pelts my head as it steadily falls, soaking me through my clothes. I run my palm over my buzzed scalp that’s already growing back, letting out a frustrated sigh. Having Raegan just isn’t an option. I need to quit thinking with my dick. When I find them, I need to put both Raegan and Ronan into the sibling category where they belong.
“…so, yeah, she’s annoying, but sucks dick like a Hoover.” Wild turns around to grin at me. “If you ever come visit, I’ll invite her to go out with us. You’re welcome.”
Rowdy lets out a snort of derision and says, “Ryder has standards.”
Wild bristles at his words.
Yeah, I have standards. Of the sibling variety.
“Gigi’s a cheerleader,” Wild explains, irritation in his voice. “They don’t get better than that.”
“I’m not interested,” I grumble. “Sorry, man.”
Wild glances at me again, eyes narrowed, before shrugging. He then regales us with another tale of his previous football season. Since neither I nor Rowdy know shit about football, we’re forced to listen to him drone on about his favorite thing besides girls. This goes on for miles and to the point I’m ready to shove a pinecone in my friend’s mouth to make him shut up.
Rowdy stops walking and cants his head to the left to look at something on the ground. If it’s more hair, I’m going to fucking lose it. I shove past Wild to see what Rowdy’s looking at.
Shit.
It’s literally shit.
A big-ass human turd.
Flies buzz around the Coke-can-sized log of shit.
“It’s fresh,” I mutter. “They can’t be far.”