Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Tell her to fuck off and live her own life. You’re an adult, Q.”
“Where do I even start? This is the first time I’ve even lived on my own and look how great that’s going.”
He sits on the couch, one leg folded underneath him. “She controls your finances, baby. You—”
“No, don’t make excuses for me. I’ve spent years making myself smaller. Forcing myself to be happy with the little sips of freedom I got in college, or when I’m working on set. It was enough as long as I could kiss a boy, or buy a coffee and share a sandwich with Erika while pretending we’re real friends.” I have years of pent-up resentment to burn off. Once the valve opens, it all comes spewing out. “But who would really want to be friends with me when I’m only half a person. I stopped dating when I was in college because she started getting paranoid that I was going to get knocked up or that I’d end up with someone who only wanted me because I was going to be famous someday. And I don’t even want to be famous!” My pacing leaves me in front of Priest. I’m flushed and panting, like a wild animal trapped in a tiny cage and raging against the bars.
He reaches out and hooks his pinky with mine, squeezing. Giving me space but letting me know he’s there. “Then why? Why do any of this?”
“Because I love acting. Because Roger, my agent, is an angel.” I fall to my knees and look up at Priest. “Because last time I quit we ended up living in her car. She… you haven’t seen it. You’ve only seen this place. We live in a trailer park. A nice one, but still. That’s why she signed this lease. She didn’t want anyone to take pictures of me coming and going. I… I screwed everything up, didn’t I? If this gets out, nobody is going to want to hire me.”
“What? Fuck no. You did nothing wrong. We’ll figure a way through this. Call your agent or something. Sinner’s sister is a reporter, maybe she can help.”
“Really?”
He nods and holds out a hand, pulling me up and into his lap. I resist for a second, but the anger burned me to a crisp, and all I can do now is let him settle me against his chest and press a kiss into my hair.
“I messed around with Colt,” I mumble into his shirt.
Priest chuckles. “Yeah, I didn’t get the details but I figured. Was it good?”
I nod.
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but we’re all fucked up, Q. None of us are going to judge you for doing the best you could. I’ve made a lot of bad decisions in my life. It makes you human, and you’re so fucking young still. You’ve got time, baby. Shit, it’s no secret that I hate your mom, but just because you need to take some space to figure yourself out doesn’t mean it’ll be forever. She’s a grown-ass woman and she might need to fall before she figures out how to stand up on her own. It’s not your responsibility to fall with her.”
Tears slide down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. I almost feel like I could stay here forever and all the crap in my life would just wash away. “Even after everything, I’m still really glad you came to the club that night.”
“So am I,” he says softly. “Want to not think about it for a while?”
I worry my lip with my teeth, building courage. “What’s your suggestion?”
We both know what he’s saying, but I want to hear the words. I want to feel chosen tonight.
Priest’s tongue flicks out and glides over the edge of my ear. “We had to be quiet last time. This time I want to make you come so hard we get a fucking noise complaint.”
“Bedroom?”
“Too far away.” He drops to the floor next to the couch, and the next thing I know, my jeans are somewhere near the breakfast bar and my panties are on the table by the TV. I’m left wearing nothing but my bra and the glittery black tank-top I had on under my loaned motorcycle jacket. “Fuck that’s a nice view,” he growls as he hitches my legs over his shoulders. “I want to swallow you whole.”
I watch in dazed wonder as Priest gets his jeans open and frees his cock while he tongues my clit. The sound of him fisting his cock is so freaking hot. We were in the dark last time, and I was facing away part of the time. Watching and hearing him is a whole new experience.
“Heath…” I whisper, forgetting myself, but the way he groans and flexes his back when I say it makes me think he might not mind it. At least occasionally.