Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Thank you. You have beautiful eyes, too.”
Josh presses his hard-on into me. “Ever fucked the MVP of the Super Bowl, Heidi?”
I pretend to put my microphone to my lips again. “The Patriots definitely fought hard—”
Josh abruptly grabs my imaginary microphone and throws it forcefully across the room, making me laugh. “Interview over, Heidi,” Josh says. “Time for the Super Bowl MVP to fuck you.”
There’s a beat.
I glance over my shoulder at my imaginary cameraman. “Beat it, Brad.” I wait a moment to allow my imaginary cameraman to exit the locker room and then turn back to Josh. “You were saying?” I whisper.
Josh skims his lips against mine slowly. “I was saying I’m the MVP of the fucking Super Bowl, which means I can fuck any woman I want in the entire fucking world—and, baby, I want you. Right fucking now.”
My heart is pounding like crazy. “Oh, you think I’m gonna spread my legs and fuck you for no other reason than you’re the Super Bowl MVP?” I whisper.
Josh presses his hard-on into me and levels me with blazing blue eyes. “No, baby, you’re gonna spread your legs and fuck me because you’re gonna enjoy sucking my dick so goddamned much.”
Oh, he’s good. He’s very, very good.
Without further ado, Josh grips my hair and forcefully pushes me down to my knees—damn, the Super Bowl MVP’s a bossy motherfucker—and a grand total of two seconds later, I’m on my knees, voraciously sucking the Super Bowl MVP’s dick, making myself come like a freight train. Shortly after that, I’m dangling from a pull-up bar, my thighs resting on the Super Bowl MVP’s shoulder pads, my pussy deep in his mouth, my flesh rippling against his lips and tongue. And after that, yep, the arrogant but sexy bastard called it—I’m spreading my legs for the Super Bowl MVP while getting fucked hard, until my eyes are rolling back into my head.
“Good times,” Josh says after we’re both done and completely spent. He spanks my ass playfully. “You wanna join me in the shower, Heidi?”
“I’ll be right there. I’m gonna check my phone real quick. I got a couple texts.”
“Okeedoke,” Josh says. He turns around, flashing me his YOLO’d ass, and practically skips toward the showers. “Hey, a bunch of guys went for burgers and beers nearby. You wanna meet up with them?”
“Sounds great,” I say. I bend down to grab my phone out of my jeans on the floor.
“All my friends thought you were awesome, by the way,” Josh calls over his shoulder. “A couple of them said before today they were already on the cusp of hating my guts, and now, after meeting you, they absolutely do.” He laughs heartily.
But I’m not listening to Josh any more. I’m looking at my phone, reeling, trying desperately not to freak out that every single member of my family except Colby has been furiously trying to reach me for the past thirty minutes. What on earth has happened? And why everyone except Colby?
“Oh my God! Josh!” I shriek, clutching my throat. “I think something’s happened to Colby!”
Eight
Josh
“I’m here to see my brother Colby Morgan,” Kat says to the woman sitting behind the desk in the hospital lobby.
Poor Kat. When she called her mom and found out what had happened to Colby, I had to physically hold her up so she wouldn’t crumple onto the cement floor of the locker room.
“Oh, the firefighter,” the woman at the desk says, clicking on her computer keyboard. She looks at Kat sympathetically. “I saw what your brother did on the news. He’s a real hero. We’re all praying for him and that little baby he saved.”
Kat lets out a little yelp.
“He’s in the burn unit, room 402. Do you know where that is?”
Kat shakes her head and a pained sound escapes her throat.
“Just go down this hall and take the elevators to the fourth floor,” the nurse continues. “When you get off the elevator, check in at the nurses’ station there and someone will show you to his room. It’s a restricted area.”
Kat nods, apparently unable to speak.
“Thank you,” I say, answering for Kat. I put my arm around her shoulders and usher her toward the elevators. “Come on, babe.”
Kat nuzzles her nose into my shoulder as I lead her limp body down the hallway—and by the time Kat and I reach the fourth floor, I’m just about carrying Kat’s full body weight in my arms.
“We’re here to see Colby Morgan,” I say to the nurse at the fourth-floor desk, my arm around Kat’s shoulders.
“Are you family?” the nurse asks.
“Yes, this is Colby’s sister,” I say.
“And you?” the nurse asks me. “Are you family, too—are you her husband?”
For some reason, I feel like this nurse just punched me in the balls. “No,” I say, my throat tight.
“He’s my boyfriend, ” Kat chokes out.