Page 61 of So This Is War
“Ooo.” She pretends to shiver. “I like the sound of that.” Chuckling, she takes off, and I follow her into the kitchen, listening for the click of her door before I turn out all the lights and head into my bedroom, where I quickly get ready for bed.
I’ll pack the cubes in my suitcase in the morning, so I set them to the side and strip out of my clothes to nothing before slipping under my sheets. I open my Google search on my phone and type in the name Patty Ford.
Maybe it’s a long-lost friend or maybe a travel blogger. Maybe someone she . . .
The Google results pop up, and all of them are X-rated.
No fucking way.
I click on the website under Patty Ford, and I’m immediately met with a hot brunette with huge tits and a curvy ass.
The banner picture on the website is of who I’m going to assume is Patty, completely naked and on her knees. Her hand and arm cover all the important parts, but fuck, is she hot. I scroll down and find videos of her masturbating and live sessions where you can get off with her.
Holy shit.
I wet my lips and explore the website a little more, feeling myself go hard with every picture and video I come across.
And sure, she’s hot.
But what’s really getting me hard is the idea that Wylie was interested in this website as well.
And there could be two reasons why: for her own personal pleasure, or for research. Either way, I fucking like it a lot.
I settle into my pillow and run my hand down my stomach, ready to grip my cock just as a text appears on my phone.
Fuck.
Talk about a cock block and an instant way to deflate things.
Coach Wood:Make her get bagels again tonight.
My stomach clenches, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck. That’s the last thing I want to ask her to do, especially since I didn’t eat any of them today.
Levi:But she already got some, and I didn’t eat any.
Coach Wood:Does it look like I care, Posey? Make her get the bagels again.
Jesus Christ, why is he being such a dick?
Coach Wood:Don’t let me down, Posey.
Yeah, hearing you loud and clear, you ass.
Levi:Okay.
Groaning inwardly and completely out of the mood now, I pull up my text thread with Wylie.
If she didn’t think I was an asshole before, she sure as hell is going to think it now.
Chapter Seven
WYLIE
“I love you, but you look terrible,” Sandie says as she sits on my bed and stares at my useless body.
“I feel terrible.” I let out a yawn and sip some of the coffee that Sandie so nicely brought me.
