Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My brow furrows. “He what?”
“It’s a long story,” Libby replies before finally looking at me again. “Frisco,” she asks hesitantly, “did you know your younger brother goes to sex clubs with goth girls?”
And there it is, the whole truth. In retrospect, it all makes sense. Slowly, I nod, clearing my throat as the pieces of the puzzle finally fall into place. “It’s those photos, isn’t it?” I ask knowingly. “You’re the one who leaked them.”
Libby’s big eyes go even wider. “How did you-”
“I heard it through the grapevine,” I respond. “Gossip spreads fast in our community, especially when it has to do with the church. You know that.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” Libby says, sounding utterly miserable as tears begin to trickle down her face. She wipes at them frantically, looking embarrassed and angry at the same time. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t want to-”
“Don’t worry about it, Libby,” I tell her honestly, looking away while she composes herself. “To answer your question,” I go on, “No. I had no idea Patrick was into that kind of stuff before those photos surfaced.”
“I feel so stupid,” Libby whispers, wringing her hands. “It’s just that he’s into all this kinky stuff, and I had no idea. Things that look really painful and awkward, with peoples’ limbs twisted in all sorts of directions, not to mention the blood. All this time with him, and now I find out I never really knew him. “
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say, scooting closer to her. “Don’t think about it like that. If anything, you should be looking at this as a favor. You dodged a bullet. Imagine what would have happened if you had stayed with Patrick. Hell, if you had married him. If my brother has kinks that aren’t right for you, then it’s for the best that you found out early.”
Fresh tears trickle down Libby’s cheeks and she shakes her head in hopeless confusion. “It’s just shocking that’s all,” she mutters. “And I had no idea! And now he’s… I’m…”
Seeing her like that makes the last of my willpower dissolve. “Hey.” I reach over to her, cupping her face in my hands and brushing her tears away. She looks up at me with big, frightened eyes. “It’s okay, Libby,” I murmur. “This is all going to work out.”
“How do you know?” she protests weakly.
“I just do,” I say in a low voice. She feels so fragile in my hands, like the wrong move would break her, yet I’m so hard that it hurts. I can feel the heat coming off of her body, can see her quivering lips, and the months of resisting finally come crashing down.
I lower my mouth to Libby’s and kiss her, claiming the curvy girl as my own.
5
Libby
* * *
Frisco’s lips are hot and commanding against mine, and before I know it, I’m melting into the kiss, leaning into him as his presence overpowers me. It’s like he’s all around me, a dominating force, a black hole that’s sucking me in, and I’m helpless to escape. His thumbs run over my cheekbones as he shifts closer to me, his body nearly touching mine, and I can’t help the soft sound that escapes me as I melt under his touch.
That seems to set the huge male off, and Frisco moans, deepening the kiss as one of his arms circles my waist. Finally, finally, his chest presses against mine, the ferocity of his touch only intensifying as his tongue works its way into my mouth. The intrusion has me trembling, my legs snapping together automatically as a rush of arousal floods my pussy. I can’t think coherently. I’m too caught up in the feeling of his hands on me.
But as passionate as the kiss is, we eventually have to breathe, and Frisco pulls back, but only just. His gaze bores into mine as our foreheads rest against one another, both of us breathing hard. Then, I notice something I never did before: while Patrick’s eyes are a dark blue-gray, Frisco’s are an icy sapphire, as cold and calculating as the man himself. They’re looking at me hungrily, desire radiating from him with unbelievable intensity. In that moment, I realize I’m completely at his mercy. He’s the predator, and I’m the prey. And I’m ready for him to devour me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s a revelation that surprises me, but I can’t think back to our past meetings right now. His hand is already making its way lower, squeezing my ass and tugging me insistently closer.
“Frisco,” I breathe almost reverently.
My saying his name makes him growl, and he pushes me forward, pressing my back into his plush sofa as his mouth attacks mine again. His kisses are growing more insistent, and as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, I groan and thread my hands through his black locks. Frisco pulls back a little, and I whine, “Please don’t stop.”