Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
She’s at her desk, which takes up practically half of the small room. Between that, a dresser, and the bed, there’s hardly any space to move. It’s kind of bleak, a little sad, but the girl sitting in the chair with her ankles wrapped around the legs is more interesting.
“What are you doing here?” Right away, she tugs on the tight sleeve covering part of her left arm. She’s wearing a tank top, but for some reason, she’s keeping her arm covered. When she catches me looking, she scowls. “What? Are you offended? I have some ugly scar I want to keep covered. Is that a crime?”
Christ. Bite my head off, why don’t you? “Calm down. I was curious.”
Easton holds up the bag he’s still carrying. “We thought you could use chicken soup to help you feel better.”
Her mouth pulls into a thin line that’s just dripping with suspicion. “Right. Why do I find it hard to believe you would do something out of the goodness of your hearts?”
“You are really too skeptical.” I take a seat at the foot of her bed without asking for permission, running a hand over the soft comforter. “This is a nice room.”
“Yeah, right,” she mutters, clicking her tongue. “That’s not what you’re really thinking.”
“Damn. A guy can’t even make small talk with you. Here I am, trying to be nice.”
“Let me save you the trouble.” Raising her arm, she points to the door. “Get out of here. That way, you won’t have to be nice anymore.”
“Can you believe this?” I turn to Easton, who places the bag of soup on her desk. “Here we are, going out of our way, and all we get is a bunch of sarcasm.”
“Grandma Lois would probably be pretty disappointed in you,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “So rude to your guests.”
“Yeah, well, she isn’t…” It’s the funniest thing, watching her realize what is so obvious. Like her brain is finally catching up. With a gulp, she concludes, “She’s not here.”
“But she was so happy to find out you wouldn’t have to be here alone. Wasn’t she?” I ask Easton while Emma’s eyes widen. Every thought going through her head is written across her face. One thing is for sure: she’s terrified.
Easton closes the bedroom door before leaning his back against it, arms folded. “I’ve been thinking about that favor you owe us.”
“Us? As in both of you?” Her laughter isn’t as confident as I’m sure she wants it to sound. “Last time I checked, I already did one of you a favor yesterday.” The look she gives me could set ice on fire.
“I said what I said,” Easton replies. “You really need to relax, you know? You’ve been working so hard. Your grandma said so. You deserve a break.”
Narrowing her eyes, she looks at us both with suspicion. “Why do I feel like I’m going to still be working somehow?” she whispers. I’m pretty sure I can see her pulse fluttering in her neck. She’s that scared of us.
And even though I know it shouldn’t excite me to see that fear, my pulse picks up speed, too. Not because I’m afraid, though. Because I’ve been waiting all day for this. No, since yesterday. As soon as I achieved post-nut clarity, I wanted her again. I’ve barely been able to think about anything else.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a trembling voice once Easton takes her by the hand. She doesn’t put up any fight when he pulls her out of her chair, but does put her hands on her hips when he takes her place. “Excuse you. I was in the middle of something when you guys interrupted me. I can’t, like, drop everything because you decided you’re bored and want to bother me.”
“You talk too much,” I tell her, snickering at the disgusted looks she gives me. “I’m just saying. Maybe stop wasting time. We both know this is going to happen.”
“We all do,” Easton agrees, and he’s not joking around this time. “He’s right. So you come over here and show me what he taught you yesterday.” He gives his crotch a pointed look, then looks at her.
She draws a shaky breath before lifting her chin. “I guess it doesn’t matter that I really don’t want to do this?”
“A favor is a favor,” I tell her, shrugging. “You didn’t mind when Easton helped you out yesterday, did you? This is only fair.”
“There’s nothing fair about any of this,” she mutters… but she also gets on her knees, doesn’t she? Because she knows there is no fighting us.
“That’s right,” Easton whispers as he unbuttons his shorts, then lowers the zipper slowly. “Get me off. Nice and slow. Don’t rush it.”
When she looks my way, I wish she wouldn’t. It takes some of the fun out of everything when I see the fear she’s trying to hide. She’s so unsure of herself, trembling by the time Easton takes his dick out and wraps her hand around his shaft. Something stirs deep in my chest—sympathy? Even pity? “You have nothing to be afraid of,” I murmur, even forcing myself to hold her gaze when she looks at me again. I don’t know what it is. I only know I feel like she needs encouragement.