bastard, man!” He laughed and decided to mingle with a giggly blonde trio who were licking salt off each other’s breasts, getting ready to do shots.
“Carter, my man, my man!” Cooper, obviously drunk, slurred his words. Where the hell had he been? I hadn’t seen him around in days. He and Brody seemed to have gotten into a nasty fight because they weren’t talking to each other.
I’d have to address that soon, mentally making a checklist.
“You think it’s time to slow down on the booze?” I asked with concern. I’d never seen Cooper like this.
Cooper decided to ignore my question. “Where the fuck is Brody, man?” His eyes squinted as he looked around for him.
I shrugged. “He’s back at Lindsey’s dorm.” The fight was on, but I wasn’t going to be in the middle. It was between Brody and Cooper. I had my own demons to fight.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed as he stomped away. I immediately followed him inside the house, but only got halfway.
“There you are! I’ve been waiting all night for you.” Amanda snagged me and led me towards a quiet sitting room—away from the buzz of the crowd—then pushed me on a couch. Amanda’s been trying to get with me for the last three months. She would’ve been successful if I hadn’t met Emma first.
Amanda was hot—with her long legs, long brown hair and pretty green eyes—she knew it, too. Tonight, she was wearing a short, tight, red dress that showed off her body and left little to the imagination.
With her sultry eyes and the way she was seductively biting her bottom lip, I should‘ve been hard by now or at least at half-mast—but I was neither.
Amanda sat across from me and instantly spread her legs wide-open. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As I stared at her exposed cunt, inviting me to take my pleasure in it, I kept asking myself, do I want to hit that?
“Do you want a taste, baby?” she murmured, sticking out her tongue, trying to entice me to touch and taste her.
I just might if you could get me hard. But once I did, Emma would find out. Did I even care if she did?
Was Emma enjoying herself tonight, underneath that man? I groaned, fuck she was killing me. I rubbed my chest to somewhat ease the ache I was feeling, but it wouldn’t go away.
Amanda pouted when I didn’t respond to her. “Still hung up on Emma? She doesn’t deserve you, Carter.” She moved away from her seat and sat next to me. Leaning over with exaggeration, she gave me a good vantage point of her creamy breasts.
It was actually the other way around. I didn’t deserve Emma. She was sweet and understanding, strong willed and beautiful. She was a lot of things, but she didn’t seem to realize it—which made her even more appealing.
Amanda, still not wavering from her seduction, took down the top part of her dress, exposing her large boobs in my face.
How far would this horny bitch go? I thought with amusement.
Adamant, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast. “You want me to feel your breast, Amanda?” I asked with boredom.
“Fuck, Carter! I didn’t expect you to be so fucking boring! Are you fucking in love with Emma?” she screeched as she grabbed my cock and started to rub it.
Fuck!
Love?
ME?
Emma?
Was this love—the constant, never ending thought of her? You’d think at night I would get a damn break from thinking about her, but the nights were more torturous because sleep would evade me, leaving me with my fucking memories of her.
FUCK! This was not good.
I swore I would never love. I would never be like my father. NEVER!
I made an agonizing groan as the realization hit me. I was in love with Emma. All this time, I loved her and I was fucking in denial—and now she was off with another man.
Amanda took my groaning as a good sign and slipped her hand inside my jeans. When her hand stroked my dick, I started to get aroused. Shit! Not good, boy.
“There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared
“Carter, my man, my man!” Cooper, obviously drunk, slurred his words. Where the hell had he been? I hadn’t seen him around in days. He and Brody seemed to have gotten into a nasty fight because they weren’t talking to each other.
I’d have to address that soon, mentally making a checklist.
“You think it’s time to slow down on the booze?” I asked with concern. I’d never seen Cooper like this.
Cooper decided to ignore my question. “Where the fuck is Brody, man?” His eyes squinted as he looked around for him.
I shrugged. “He’s back at Lindsey’s dorm.” The fight was on, but I wasn’t going to be in the middle. It was between Brody and Cooper. I had my own demons to fight.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed as he stomped away. I immediately followed him inside the house, but only got halfway.
“There you are! I’ve been waiting all night for you.” Amanda snagged me and led me towards a quiet sitting room—away from the buzz of the crowd—then pushed me on a couch. Amanda’s been trying to get with me for the last three months. She would’ve been successful if I hadn’t met Emma first.
Amanda was hot—with her long legs, long brown hair and pretty green eyes—she knew it, too. Tonight, she was wearing a short, tight, red dress that showed off her body and left little to the imagination.
With her sultry eyes and the way she was seductively biting her bottom lip, I should‘ve been hard by now or at least at half-mast—but I was neither.
Amanda sat across from me and instantly spread her legs wide-open. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As I stared at her exposed cunt, inviting me to take my pleasure in it, I kept asking myself, do I want to hit that?
“Do you want a taste, baby?” she murmured, sticking out her tongue, trying to entice me to touch and taste her.
I just might if you could get me hard. But once I did, Emma would find out. Did I even care if she did?
Was Emma enjoying herself tonight, underneath that man? I groaned, fuck she was killing me. I rubbed my chest to somewhat ease the ache I was feeling, but it wouldn’t go away.
Amanda pouted when I didn’t respond to her. “Still hung up on Emma? She doesn’t deserve you, Carter.” She moved away from her seat and sat next to me. Leaning over with exaggeration, she gave me a good vantage point of her creamy breasts.
It was actually the other way around. I didn’t deserve Emma. She was sweet and understanding, strong willed and beautiful. She was a lot of things, but she didn’t seem to realize it—which made her even more appealing.
Amanda, still not wavering from her seduction, took down the top part of her dress, exposing her large boobs in my face.
How far would this horny bitch go? I thought with amusement.
Adamant, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast. “You want me to feel your breast, Amanda?” I asked with boredom.
“Fuck, Carter! I didn’t expect you to be so fucking boring! Are you fucking in love with Emma?” she screeched as she grabbed my cock and started to rub it.
Fuck!
Love?
ME?
Emma?
Was this love—the constant, never ending thought of her? You’d think at night I would get a damn break from thinking about her, but the nights were more torturous because sleep would evade me, leaving me with my fucking memories of her.
FUCK! This was not good.
I swore I would never love. I would never be like my father. NEVER!
I made an agonizing groan as the realization hit me. I was in love with Emma. All this time, I loved her and I was fucking in denial—and now she was off with another man.
Amanda took my groaning as a good sign and slipped her hand inside my jeans. When her hand stroked my dick, I started to get aroused. Shit! Not good, boy.
“There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared
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