DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

something new and thus causing me to thrust into Lucy’s throat.

She hums her approval as I take another hit off my blunt and we find a rhythm. Which proves that I can work with people and not require to use many words.

Lucy over here knows what I demand and didn’t need a whole discussion nor any compliments to start it.

It’s possible for someone to fully get me…during a blowjob.

I deserve a cookie and a brownie point.

A loud bang sounds on the bathroom door but we both decide not to acknowledge the woman who’s trying to get inside.

Lucy only replies by taking me deeper, my dick hitting the back of her throat and I growl. My balls begin to constrict and my lower stomach flurries in anticipation of an orgasm that’s long overdue from someone else.

Another thud and I deeply pull another hit off my blunt, allowing the narcotic to hit my lungs and brain. Then a loud bang rattles through the room as the door flies open, hitting one of the small white sinks in its wake.

Lucy jumps, falling to her ass and striking the tiled floors as I come face to face with the runner up in the bane of my existence lately.

Mills.

“Hey, buddy,” he greets with a boyish smile, clearly not giving a fuck about my hard dick pointing at the ceiling. “We gotta get home.”

I perk a brow, and he only keeps his smile plastered onto his face. He’s talking to me like a kid and he needs to get the fuck out.

“Scarlett is worried.”

It’s not that my sister is concerned or that he just busted through this bathroom like the SWAT team, but that he’s mentioning Scarlett that latches onto my full attention.

They’ve been getting extremely close—like they giggle together and share snacks close. He used to do the same to Marty’s woman, Stormi, until Marty came within another shared chip before beating his ass.

Actually, now that I remember it, I beat Marty’s ass that day for being a jealous douchebag.

But this is my baby sister and goofy Mills isn’t going to be sticking his dick anywhere near her but in a light socket if he tries.

“Tuck yourself in,” Mills quips. “I realize we’re tight and shit but—“

“We’re not close,” I retort, and for what, I don’t know.

Mills and I are close.

We’re brothers.

He bugs me, and I end up slapping him around for it, but he takes my shit because he knows it’s the way I am and vice versa.

So, instead of arguing, that’ll turn into me just going around in circles. And knowing that I won’t be coming in Lucy’s mouth now, I pass along a kind deed to the woman who offered to do it in the first place.

I hold out my hand to help her off the ground.

Pulling her up, she takes it upon herself to help me shove my cock back into my pants, but I seize her wrist because the moment’s gone. “Thanks, but I got it. Have a good night, Lucy.”

“Sure thing.” She gives me a flirty smirk then bites down on her lower lip. “Maybe one day we’ll get to finish.”

She strides out but not before eye-fucking Mills and murmuring something only he can hear.

“I’m good, thanks,” he replies to whatever she said and gestures with his head for her to take a hike.

When I’m all tucked away, Mills doesn’t wait for me to bitch or ask him any obvious questions. We leave, get into his car and drive back to my house.

“So I know you’re not up to date on everything but I wanted to give you a heads up on something,” Mills says a few minutes later over the music. “Alexander is trying to play nice and invited us all to dinner.”

I stare out the side window but ball my hands into fists.

“You know how this is going to go,” he continues. “She’s going to want us all to be involved in her kid’s lives. Just like Marty is going to need us. Stormi is due soon.”

“I know.”

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, I have.

Emmy will always be here. It will regularly be in my face. I just haven’t decided what I’m going to do about it yet.

“You don’t have to go. I can make an excuse for you. I’m just giving you the heads up, man.”

“I’m hungry. Get me a hamburger.” Mills drops it and does what I ask, grabbing me three along with some fries and a Coke at a local fast food joint.

The rest of the drive is just filled with Mills’s Spotify playlist and me focusing on how they didn’t put enough pickles on my burgers. It’s all I’ll allow myself to do.

One issue at a time.

One hour, one day, at a time.

If I think any deeper, it only sinks me further into self-loathing and pity.

When we arrive at my house, Mills walks in with me. Scarlett is sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee and her kindle. And when she sees us, she smiles.

Now, I’m not sure if the pretty curl of her lips is for me or the asshole next to me, but I’m not going to bother acknowledging it. Nor am I going to accuse the man next to me for trying to pork my sister if he hasn’t even thought about it.

I can warn him, though.

“Hey,” she professes, rising from her chair in her pink pajamas. “You doing okay?”

Take that, Mills, you fucker. 

“Yeah, I just stopped for a drink.”

Mills snickers. “Yeah, I found him talking to a friend.”

I fight the urge to thrust my elbow into his chest as Scarlett walks to the kitchen counter…in bunny slippers.

“You want some coffee?”

“Thanks, Scar,” Mills replies for us. “That’d be great.”

He begins to make his way to our dining room table, but I grab him by the collar of his tee and hurl him back. I also take the opportunity to glare at him before stepping ahead and taking my own chair.

Scarlett doesn’t notice the shuffle, running to the coffee pot that she