Page 83 of Running Winter

Jared met my eyes then, shaking his head slowly.

"No."

"Then they had fun together. What is your problem? Is your sister not allowed a sex life?"

Jared looked like he was going to explode with anger, but instead, he surprised me.

"How would you feel if your brother slept with someone you hated?"

"I wouldn't care. It's my brother’s business. Anyway, I hate a majority of people, and he has slept with a majority of people. Do the math."

I drained my water, tossing the bottle into an empty waste can.

"Your brother is an ass."

"Sometimes he can be," I mused before stopping beside him.

I traced the tattoo on his arm with my finger, noticing his eyes following every movement.

"But you can't choose two things in life, for sure. Your family or who you fall in love with."

"Is that so?" Jared said, his eyes lifting to meet mine.

This man was off-limits.

So off limits, I should be gone by now.

"Yes, it is. Bye, Jared."

I knew he was watching me as I walked away, and part of me was excited.

Jared Herrod was out for revenge, and who better to help him with that than me?

SECONDS

R A F E

I'd gone back for seconds.

Thirds. Fourths. Whatever.

Something about Heather's obsessive attitude towards sex drew me in, not to mention her ability to suck a basketball through a straw.

She was on her knees, looking up at me with those innocent eyes of hers.

I knew better.

This girl is a nymphomaniac.

"Yes, like that," I grunted, ramming my cock further into her throat as she lapped it up greedily.

I was in her bedroom, having climbed through the window like a fucking kid, but I didn’t mind. Something about Jared being across the hall while his big sister swallowed a truckload of my cum just made me want to do it all the more.

Fuck it.

Maybe I should have filmed it for the bastard.

School was over and out for summer—Jared had no reason to have beef with me, but knowing our feud like I did, it would continue until we were both old and grey.

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