Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
By one-thirty AM Taylor and I were down to our jocks, higher than kites and dancing on podiums opposite one another. Gio and Sam had bailed a couple of hours ago and the other guys were off dancing or fucking somewhere. I rubbed the sweat into my body as guys grabbed at my arse from every angle. Naturally, I played up to the attention, blowing kisses and arching my butt cheeks into their hands. Arms above my head, I rolled my hips, and every so often I would encourage random guys up onto the podium with a crook of my finger and kiss the ever-living shit out of them. This was my idea of a perfect night.
An hour later I found myself in the dark-room, shoving my dick down some random guy’s throat. I fisted his hair, controlling every movement and thrusting in so hard he gagged repeatedly. I couldn’t really see anything around me, including what the guy looked like, but the sounds of moans and slapping flesh coming from others was enough to turn me on so much I shot my load all over his face within minutes.
Of course, it was only polite to return the favor, so after guiding him up to my level and lapping up the taste of my spunk on his lips, I dropped to my knees and gave him a night to remember.
The next morning, I let myself into Sawyer’s house. Even though I got my own apartment a few months back, I still had a key and the codes to his security systems. I called out first his and then Jake’s name but when I got no answer I went searching for them. I found them in the bedroom, snuggled up in bed with Sawyer’s head resting on Jake’s chest. I knew I should leave but for a moment I found myself staring at them, admiring how in love they were. When I walked away, closing the door softly behind me, I wondered what that must feel like, and then quickly dismissed it when I realized I would probably never know.
With nothing else to do, I headed into the open plan living room and switched on the TV before grabbing myself some orange juice from the fridge. If Sawyer wasn’t here I’d have just taken a swig straight from the carton, but in an effort to be polite I reached into one of the tall cupboards for a glass.
“Oh fuck!” I spat, quickly sidestepping the shards of broken glass on the floor. While bringing my hand out of the cupboard I managed to knock over another glass and send it tumbling, hitting the counter and shattering into a thousand pieces on its way to the floor.
“Jesus,” Jake muttered, appearing from nowhere with a gun in his hand. Instinctively I backed up, raising my palms in the air. “It’s just you.”
“No actually, it’s me. Ryder,” I joked.
“What the hell are you doing here at this hour? You almost got a bullet in your damn back.”
“It’s ten AM!” I argued. “I thought you’d be up.”
“We didn’t land until midnight,” he said by way of an explanation. “And jetlag’s a bitch.”
“What the hell’s going on out here?” Sawyer entered the room, dressed only in his boxers and scratching at his bed hair. “Oh, hey, Ry.”
“I’m sorry for disturbing you guys. I was gonna hang out here until you woke up but then one of your glasses just flew out of the cupboard,” I explained, nodding towards the broken glass on the floor.
“No problem, man,” Sawyer said. “I needed to be awake anyway. I’ve got shit to do before I call my builder and see how the rebuild’s going.”
“How’s everything going with that?” I asked. After his house in the Lakes was burnt to the ground he needed a full rebuild.
“Almost finished I think. We headed up there a couple of weeks ago and they just had to secure the roof and then start on the interior.”
“And what about Jerry and Laurelin? They been sentenced yet?” Obviously I didn’t know them, but it was still hard to wrap my head around a guy’s own stepdad and one of his valued friends and employees plotting to kill him. That shit must seriously fuck you up, although Sawyer seemed to be dealing with it all just fine – on the outside at least.
“Jerry’s got twenty years, Laurelin five.”
“Five? Is that all? The bitch tried to kill you!”
“Well technically all she did was relay information.” He shrugged. “Anyway, we should go out for dinner tonight. Catch up.”
“Sure, sounds like a plan,” I agreed. “Might be late though. I’m holding auditions with Ivan later today. You should come check it out when we’re done. See where the magic happens,” I suggested.
“I’m not sure that’s really my scene,” Sawyer replied, laughing.
“I’m not asking you to get on camera,” I retorted, raising an eyebrow.