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I hate this life, and yet, I know if Dennis hadn’t tricked me, I wouldn’t be with Xander. I wouldn’t have hooked up with him that night either. Okay, so that’s not the complete truth. If Dennis hadn’t been monopolizing my time, like I’ve been told, and Xander had come up to me, I might’ve let him have me. Given enough liquid courage, I’d let all my inhibition, like screwing a complete stranger, go. I would’ve become a girl much like my sister, willing to do anything for a moment of satisfaction and I would’ve gotten more than I asked for with Xander fucking Davenport. I imagine he would’ve taken me in the restroom in the same manner he did our first time, but then I would’ve left and I never would’ve seen him again. It would’ve stayed a one night stand.
“Well?” Gilly presses with irritation as she finishes covering her dragon tattoo. The ink is completely sealed, looking as flawless as my stomach. There will be no reason for Dennis to suspect that she has ink under there.
“Looks good,” I answer, but she just huffs at me.
“Not the coverup job, Laurie! Give me details before I pry them from your brain.”
I flush at her insistence. “It’s…incredible.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “For fuck sake, that tells me nothing. You said the douchebag was incredible.”
Did I really say that? It sounds insane considering how mediocre the sex was. Compared to Xander, and the toe-circling orgasm he gives me, Dell was nothing. Literally nothing. Not even a molecule compared the skyscraper of pleasure Xander has given me. Not just the sex either.
Our conversations, the jokes, his understanding nature and compassion is tenfold of what Dell could be capable of. Xander is a dream. Hell, he's not perfect, but he's better than I've ever had. He might not be my boyfriend, but he treats me better than Dell ever could and that's enough for me.
"The douchebag was nothing compared to Xander," I admit, my cheeks heating from the flashes of Xander's passion racing through my mind. "And he has a Jacob's Ladder if that means anything to you." I slip around Gillian and grab the coffee, knowing I'll need it to make it through this night.
"Wait, you mean the douchebag or biker boy?" she asks, sounding shocked beyond belief.
I pop the lid off the can of coffee grounds. "Who do you think?"
Gillian laughs with glee as she claps her hands. "Holy shit! He got the Ladder? That's insane. That's masochistic on another level, little sister."
Does she mean for me or him? It's not torture for me at all. I can't get enough of his piercing. "Huh?"
"He hasmetalrods pierced through his dick. Any guy deserves mad props for that, but the Ladder? He must've been in one hell of a guilt trip to want to put himself through that kind of sadistic torture, like shoving a red hot poker into yourvagfour times." My thighs clamp shut at her comparison.
It never crossed my mind why Xander might've done it, put himself through that, but now, the possibilities have my head pounding in my ears.
"Eight," I say monotonously.
"Huh?"
My eyes flash to her as she stares at me, genuine confusion in her eyes. "Eight rods, not four. They're about an inch apart, maybe a little less. I haven't exactly put it up to a ruler."
Her confusion morphs into amusement as she pulls back on her shirt. "Eight rods and a good sized cock. You lucky bitch."
"Um, I didn't say how big it was," I mutter, trying to be evasive on the subject.
"Hello? Eight rods. About an inch apart. He's at least eight inches. Probably nine and that's a decent size. With those rods, I'm surprised he hasn't killed you," she jokes as she grabs the bag of grapes from the fridge, holding it out for me.
It's like we're teenagers all over again. Gillian getting off on my mortification and me pushing past my limits to connect with her.
"It's still early. He could very easily accomplish that." I grab a grape and toss it in my mouth, savoring the sweetness, and the feeling that I have my sister back.
CHAPTER17
LAURA
By the time morning comes, I feel like I'm dead on my feet, my legs as weak as can be, but the coffee helps.
"So, where are you going to be when this goes down?" Gillian asks as she sits by me on the couch, twirling the spoon around in her mug of coffee aimlessly.
My entire body freezes as a shiver runs through my body. The answer to her question is mildly sickening.
"Here. I'll be hiding," I explain, not happy that I'll have to hear everything.
"Woah, sister. Bad idea. What if he wants to go wherever you're hiding? This whole thing will have been for nothing."
