Frayed (Torn #2)(45)

Nothing mattered other than his possessive fingers. They were relentless, flicking and rubbing with such voracious intensity that it didn’t surprise me when I came hard and fast, instantly in need of more of those glorifying highs.

When Taylor pulled his fingers out, I expected for him to use his penis, but I was surprised when he just gave my ass a light smack. “There! Now you’ve had you’re orgasm. You can go now.”

You have got to be joking! “What do you mean? You aren’t going to f*uk me?”

He shook his head, suddenly looking bored. “Nope. My penis is not functioning properly today, sorry.”

Was he for real? His cock was a rigid purple. Monster was truly and undoubtedly functioning in my opinion. “Are you f*uking kidding me? It’s fine from where I’m looking.”

Taylor sighed and got into his sheets before responding to me. “I don’t feel like f*uking you, Trista. Maybe you can try again tonight or tomorrow.” He then had the audacity to close his eyes and feign sleep.

Mother f*uking shit! That’s it!

“I’m not putting up with your megalomaniac self. This shit’s through!” Horrified from his pompous audacity, I stomped out of that room so fast that I felt light headed.





Chapter 17


Trista


The yacht anchored in Santorini just before a sunset, which cast a beautiful glow over the gorgeous city. There were a lot of yachts anchored around. Not close, but enough to be able to see them. Dimitris informed us that, most times, other yachts anchor next to another so they can party together. “I’m hosting one of those parties after Blasphemous wraps up. You guys should come. It’s a ton of fun.” Dimitris invited us as he sipped his red wine.

“You can count me in.” Taylor added with enthusiasm. The idiot hadn’t looked at me once tonight.

I was saddened that our sexual agreement was over, but, oh well, there were more fish in the Aegean Sea, right?

Bass eyed Emma. “Are you going? It’s going to be fun. I went last year and the year before, those times it was held in the South of France.”

She shook her head smiling, “I’m sure it is, but I can’t, I have school after Blasphemous. You guys carry on with your shenanigans.”

Both Lindsey and I chimed the same answer to Dimitris.

We dined al fresco with the chef’s seafood specialties, the food brought out by the three girls—Sonia, Katarina and Bridgette.

When the guys started discussing their own stuff, the three of us took the two-loveseat settees close to the dining table and enjoyed our wine there.

“Ugh, I got an email about the dorm renewal form today. I’m so sick of living there. Do you want to rent an apartment with me Em?” Lindsey asked, hopeful.

“Sure, let’s get a place that’s right on the beach. Is that okay?”

Ever since Amber left for New York, I spent most of my time with Emma and Lindsey. Back in the day, we would hang out every other day. In those times, Amber and I did our thing together. We were close, but we’re much closer now. Now that I’d bonded with these two, listening to them talk about getting a new place made me feel left out. “How about renting a house? Then Amber and I could move in with you guys.” I added, smiling. “Just as long as Lindsey stops waking me up, I mean.” Yeah, I hated how she tended to wake people up.

Lindsey squealed. “Shit! That’s perfect. Then I could watch Amber more closely and we could have house parties all weekend long. Oh, oh, I’ve got it. I’ll be back in a minute!” She took hold of her phone and left with it.

“She sure looked ecstatic to me,” Emma spoke over the rim of her wineglass. “Make sure you buy a lock so she can’t barge in your room. I’ve already planned to hit Home Depot once I get back home.”

Brilliant! That solves my problem. “Will do! Now, I have something to look forward to. This is going to be cray-cray. We should have a sign that says ‘Skankerettes not allowed’ to keep ‘em away.” We both laughed at the thought of that.

It took two minutes for Lindsey to return. “It’s all taken care of. We’re moving in to that house with the humungous windows in the kitchen that looks out over the shore.” Emma and I must have a big question mark on our foreheads because she started to explain herself. “I was on my laptop all afternoon looking for good places to rent once I read that email. Uncle promised to take care of it immediately. So, it’s pretty much a done deal.”

Emma cleared her throat. “Isn’t that house a block away from Carter’s?” she whispered.

“Yeah, but it’s not like he’s going to live there with us. It’s the perfect spot. We’re close to the strip so we could have access to do more things there. Besides, just think of all those muscular pieces of perfection jogging along the beach while we sip our coffees in the morning. If that doesn’t sound like heaven to you, then you’re a total lesbian.”

That sounded freaking perfect! “I’d love to enjoy my coffee with a dash of some sweaty, muscled specimens of masculinity to ogle.”

Emma threw a tiny piece of cheese at me. “You’re hopeless. Fine, fine, fine! Just promise me that if we ever get into arguments, we will all discuss it together. Not like we ever do have major issues, but it can get catty for some girls when they live in the same place. Just no talking shit behind each other’s backs, okay?”