Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
A breathy, female moan broke the silence.
Logan’s head snapped up in confusion, and he frowned. Another soft sigh keened through the silence, and Logan’s eyes widened. “What is that?”
“It’s not me.” Soren slammed his laptop shut and leaned over to peer at Greyson’s screen. “Holy shit.”
Logan rushed to stand behind the couch. His eyes—and other things—bulged at the sight of long legs and pink lips. “Whoa! Is that allowed?”
Soren shoved Logan’s head out of the way and moved closer to get a better look at Greyson’s screen. “How’d you find that?”
“It’s called a search engine.”
More moans filled the room, now accompanied by staccato masculine grunts. Greyson lowered the volume as they all stared in awe at the beautiful woman getting railed on the screen.
Nothing could have prepared Logan for what the male actor did to the female actress next. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
Greyson laughed. “She seems to be begging for it.”
Logan’s jaw unhinged. “But... what’s he doing?”
“What do you think he’s doing?”
As the youngest, Logan knew less than his brothers but still more than most boys his age. He wasn’t disgusted by what they were watching. He just didn’t expect it to look so... aggressive. His stomach tightened, and his cheeks heated when the man on the screen pulled the woman’s hair.
Was this what moms and dads did?
What if their mom was watching them now—watching them watch what they were watching? “Turn it off.”
“No.”
“Grey, I’m gonna tell.”
“No, you’re not.”
“If you don’t want to watch, go do something else.” Soren edged closer to the screen.
Grey shoved him. “Back up.”
Soren hardly moved, his jaw unhinging at the sexual display on the screen. “Look how her tits bounce!”
“You guys are gross,” Logan’s interest gave way to shame. He was curious, but guilt kept his eyes partially averted. “That chick’s older than my teacher.”
“Your teachers aren’t this hot.”
“Or this naked.”
“You’re going to get a virus on your computer.”
“No, I won’t.”
Logan rolled his eyes and went back to configuring the settings on his own laptop, ensuring all the firewalls were in place since his brother was corrupting their network.
“Logan, you’re missing it. Her friend just showed up.” Soren teased. “Is it just me, or does she look a little like Tammy Reynolds?”
“Yeah, maybe if Tammy had boobs.”
“She’s got boobs.”
“Hardly.”
“You know who’s got big ones? Jenna Blackwell. She was flat as a board last spring. Then she came back in the fall with cannons the size of grapefruits.”
“She’s probably stuffing.”
“No way. At the last pep rally, she was bouncing around like crazy. Tissue doesn’t do that.”
“I’m more of a leg man.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You’re not a man. You’re seventeen.”
The moans and grunts coming from Greyson’s laptop grew ridiculously dramatic. Real people didn’t actually make those sounds during sex, did they?
Greyson hit a few keys and shut his laptop.
“Hey, I was watching that!” Soren snapped.
“Drool on your own screen. I need a shower.”
Soren snickered and reopened his own laptop. “I will.” He typed something in on the search bar. “Hey, you know who has nice legs?”
Greyson paused at the door. “Who?”
“Alison Jenkins.”
“Her sister’s annoying.” Now that the moans had stopped, Logan could rejoin the conversation.
“What the fuck’s her sister got to do with anything?”
Logan shrugged. “She’s in my grade.”
Greyson tilted his head. “Alison doesn’t do anything for me. Now, Ashley Stables, on the other hand—“
Soren groaned. “That hair.”
“I know.”
“How do girls do all those waves and clips? She sits in front of me in Chemistry, and I can smell it. She must use strawberry shampoo. It gives me an instant hard-on.”
“You should ask her out.”
“Nah. She’s still with Jace.”
“I thought they broke up.”
“Even I know Jace and Ashley break up every week—and I don’t even go to the high school.” Logan considered all the girls they knew. “If you ask me, Wren’s the prettiest girl in Hideaway.”
The room fell silent, and his brothers fixed him with cold stares. “We don’t go there,” Greyson warned, blue eyes stern.
“Why not? Wren’s just like any other girl in town, only cooler.”
“Because she’s not like other girls. She’s like a sister to us.” Tension coiled in Greyson’s shoulders as he slid his laptop into its sleeve case.
“But she’s not our sister. There’s no real blood between us.”
Soren lifted a dark brow. “He’s got a point.”
“No, he doesn’t. Now, drop it.”
“She’s not the same Wren we used to chase barefoot at the docks. Have you seen her lately?”
“Yes, dumbass. At the funeral.”
“Oh. Right.” Soren glanced away in shame but quickly recovered. “That black dress looked hot—ouch!”
Greyson scowled, his hand still in a fist. “What did I say? We don’t look at Wren that way.”
“Dick.” Soren rubbed his sore arm. “Who made you her keeper?”
“She’s got enough on her plate right now. The last thing she needs is you sniffing around like some junkyard dog.”
Soren’s stare hardened. “Did you ever consider that Wren and I might have something special that you don’t understand?”