Page 31 of The Rowdy Ones
Her mouth. I can’t get it out of my head. Stroking my dick, I stare at it, wishing her lips were on my crown. I bet her tongue is soft and slick. She’d probably give it a tentative, unsure lick that would drive me wild. I’d ache to snatch a handful of her pretty hair and force her to take my cock like a good girl.
Holy shit.
I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I pull my hand from my dick long enough to spit on it and get it slick, then I fuck my fist in earnest, wishing for something I can never ever have.
Her mouth.
Her pussy.
Her ass.
It’s not enough. My hand is too rough, too big, too masculine. I ache for softness. Her softness.
No. No. Fuck, no.
Rolling onto my stomach, I bite into the pillow that still smells like her and grind my hips.
I can almost pretend she’s here and I’m fucking her.
Would she like it?
A moan rasps out of me and my nuts tighten. I come, soaking my hand and the blanket beneath me. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest.
Still, it’s not enough.
There’s only one thing that will satisfy me and it’s her.
How in the hell am I going to get her out of my head?
A dark thought passes over me.
I know exactly how.
It nearly killed me once before.
Don’t do it…
My heart fills with thunderous resolve. It’s the only way to protect my sister from my perverse desires.
I need to see Evan.
Ithink I’m officially dating someone.
Is this how normal girls feel? Kind of giddy on the inside? Flushed whenever they’re around their guy? Eager to see him again?
Weston took me out on a perfect date and then gave me the sweetest kiss.
It was all so very romantic. Just like from the stories Raegan would sometimes read to me.
A pang hits me in the center of my chest. I miss my family. There was always chaos and someone was usually fighting, but it was comfortable and loving all the time. I wonder if Mom is doing okay without me.
Thinking of my family has me circling back to my brother.
Rowdy is going through a lot, but I don’t know how to help him. While I settle in and find a nice life here in town, Rowdy is edgy and intense as though he expects the bottom to drop out at any time. Drinking is obviously problematic for him. I hope he can keep from doing it because what transpired in the RV between us was awkward beyond belief.
Weston could only pop in for lunch this afternoon because Gwen needed him to do some things around the house, but it was nice being around him. Aunt Eve and Uncle Atticus were on their best behavior too. Once they learned he wasn’t going to take advantage of me, I know they warmed up a little to him. He even made the twins giggle a time or two, which is impressive since they’re pretty much closed off to the rest of the world.
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