Rough to Ride

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Book: Rough to Ride by Justine Elvira Read Free Book Online
Authors: Justine Elvira
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic
to have to see what kind of guys my looks will attract.
    I know I should be more upset about the whole Brock thing, but I'm not. I mean I'm upset that he cheated, but I'm not upset that it's over. I had love for Brock, but I never got that butterfly feeling, I had never fallen in love with Brock.
    I think I was more hurt that he cheated on me. I think cheating is pretty shitty. You should just break up with your significant other if you want to sleep with someone else. Now I'm going to be second-guessing our entire relationship. Was he cheating the whole time? Do I need to get an STD check?
    I decide to stop the internal debate running through my brain and leave Tawny's bedroom. My first stop will be the kitchen where I'll hopefully find a brewed pot of coffee. My second stop will be to find Jared.
    I leave the bedroom and start to make my way down the long hallway when the sounds coming from across the hall stop me. I hear a woman moaning and the sound of a male grunting. It's hard to make out, but I think I hear a hand slapping flesh and a woman's playful scream. They obviously don't care who can hear them because they are choosing not to be quiet.
    "Yes... right there, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop," the girl's high-pitched voice is almost unbearable. How a guy can think that is sexy is beyond me. When the second female starts talking I'm completely shocked.
    "You like that, baby? What do you want me to do to her while she rides your cock?"
    The male's voice is too low to make out and I don't want to hear anymore. I'm definitely not in Michigan anymore.
    I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. It's a modern style kitchen with stainless steel appliances. The cabinets are white with a lot of detail in the wood, just like almost everything else I've seen in the house, and the counters are black granite. The kitchen is surprisingly spotless. An outsider would never know a party had gone on here just a few hours ago.
    I look around for the coffee pot, but I can't find one anywhere.
    "Please tell me they drink coffee in this house?" I say to myself.
    "I do, so you can imagine my surprise when I come into my kitchen to brew a cup of coffee, and all I see is a half dressed woman, I know I didn't fuck in my bed last night, standing in my kitchen."
    I turn around mortified, prepared to apologize to whom I assume is Jared when I gasp. The man I was mesmerized by last night is standing in front of me, in the kitchen, Jared's kitchen. Did he say it was his kitchen? Oh God, he must be Jared.
    "I- I'm sorry. Kelly said I could stay here and I was just looking for some coffee."
    "Kelly said?" I can hear the anger in the tone of his voice.
    "Yes, I spoke with her last night," I say softly.
    "Funny, this isn't Kelly's house so she can't dictate who can stay and who can't."
    I'm about to apologize and get my things to leave when I hear the clanging of heels on the staircase. We both turn in the direction of the noise, as the two girls who were mauling him last night make their way into the kitchen to join us.
    The brunette looks at me and smiles, before giving Jared a kiss. The blonde joins in and I watch as three tongues touch and lick each other.
    "Bye, baby. I'll see you on set in a few weeks," the blonde says, before the two girls turn and leave the kitchen. I watch as they make their way to the front of his house and walk out the front door. For such a big house, this open floor plan lets you see everything. When I turn back to look at him his eyes are already on me.
    "Like I was saying, Kelly doesn't decide who can stay in my house, and I really don't appreciate other people fucking under my roof, on my beds, so if your fuck buddy from last night hasn't left yet, I suggest you tell him to hit the road."
    "Excuse me?"
    Jared moves past me and into his kitchen. I watch as he opens a cabinet and pulls out a coffee mug. He moves to one of those single cup coffee machines where you put a single serving plastic cup in and it

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