Page 91 of Snow's Storm


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CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE

London

I should be with them, sitting on the porch, eating steak and potatoes, cuddling with Snow.

But apparently, they don’t want me.

Maybe I overreacted with Snow. To be honest, I haven’t felt like myself lately. And several have called me on it, but instead of facing the facts, I got angry.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The only person in my corner right now is Scott.

“Here.” He hands me a beer and turns on the TV in his trailer.

“Thanks.” I flop down on his couch.

“You don’t need them,” he says, reminding me that just across the yard my so-called family is laughing and having fun while I’m miserable.

I brought this on myself, though. I let my mouth override my brain and have treated all of them like shit.

I let my mind wander to Snow and Shane in bed, or Afton with us in the hot tub. Snow giggling, the porch-side blow job that I gave Shane. Teasing Axel about food and mucking stalls. I’ve stopped doing chores because I haven’t felt like getting up.

I put my hand in my pants and grasp my cock, wishing it was Shane or Afton’s lips wrapped around it.

“Need some help?” Scott’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.

“What?” Oh, shit. I totally forgot he was here.

“I can help you.” He takes a hold of my cock and strokes.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“Let me make you feel good,” he says as he wraps his lips around my cock. I just lean back as I think about Snow and how she would look on her knees for me. And soon, I’m falling over the edge and then asleep.

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