Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
NINE
Carter
“Why are you here all alone?”
With my back against the pool’s concrete wall and my arms spread to either side, I turn my head toward the girl who just swam over. I’m in the deep end, meaning she has to tread water before reaching me, draping her arms over my shoulders. Her tongue darts over her lips before she looks down between us, where my dick is on display. My clothes are somewhere on the patio—I wasn’t really paying attention when I stripped down and dove in, wanting to cool myself off.
The girl bats her eyes and scrapes her lip with her teeth. “You look like you could use a friend.” Pulling herself closer to me, she rubs her tits against my chest. Not a bad feeling.
But not one that’s doing anything for me right now.
All around me, people are getting deeper into party mode. Easton is in the middle of making out with two girls, both of whom are playing with his dick while he gropes their tits and asses. Kellan has a blonde in his lap. I think I saw Preston walking into the house, holding hands with a naked brunette. Everybody’s having a good time.
Except for me.
And it’s all Elliana’s fault.
I should be hard as steel, especially once the girl who has wrapped herself around me starts planting kisses against my jaw. “How about I suck that big cock for you?” she whispers in my ear while dragging her nails across the back of my neck. “Just scoot your ass up on the patio, and I’ll do it in front of everybody.”
Am I dead below the waist? Is that the problem? Because normally, I wouldn’t waste any time pushing myself up onto the edge of the pool and taking her by the back of the head so she could feast on me. Right now, though, the thought does nothing but turn me off.
And it’s all Elliana’s fault. I haven’t been able to get her out of my fucking head all night, especially since whatever the hell happened in the kitchen. She’s upstairs now, but she might as well be in front of me with that wounded look in her eyes.
I would never have guessed it’s possible to hate somebody the way I hate her. It’s a constant pulse running through my body, pure, white-hot energy that sears me inside. The water around me is cool, but it might as well be boiling.
I want to tell everybody to go home. I don’t want to see any of them. Fuck, I hate them all right now. I hate them for being able to let loose the way I wanted to tonight.
“I’m good,” I grunt, unwrapping the girl from around me and giving her a little shove. “But thanks.” She mutters something that tells me she’s insulted, but swims off, probably looking for the next swinging dick without a partner.
Pushing myself up out of the water, I stride across the patio and grab a towel from the stack on one of the chairs. All I do is a quick rubdown, including my feet—it took one experience with falling on my ass on the kitchen floor to make me more careful.
All through the house, people are dancing—dressed, naked, and everything in between. The music is deafening, pounding in my ears, making it tough to think as I work my way past groups of people. Girls reach out, grab at me, but I shake them off like they’re nothing more than pests. Because that’s what they are. And I am in no fucking mood.
She’s going to pay for this. Why couldn’t she do one simple fucking thing I asked her to do and stay upstairs? What do I have to do to get through to her? I take the stairs two at a time, my fury growing with every step. It doesn’t matter how much I drank. The alcohol only fuels the fire burning in me as I pound on Elliana’s bedroom door with the side of my fist.
“Open up!” I bark, pounding again before trying the knob. I shouldn’t be surprised when it turns. She’s not even smart enough to lock it. Can’t she do anything right?
As soon as I’m in the room, she shouts, “Get the fuck out of here!”
Whoa. It’s enough to make me stop dead in my tracks, looking around. Something is way off. The voice came from the bathroom, and I turn my head in that direction—the door is open, the light’s on, and she is crouched in front of the toilet, holding a sponge, cleaning something. Puke? It would serve her right if she made herself sick.
“Did you go deaf down there? I said get out!” She jumps to her feet and before I know it, I’m ducking a sponge as it flies through the air. It lands on the floor behind me, and I look at it before turning to look at her again.