Unknown Number:
Hey
Me:
Who is this?
Unknown Number:
Maverick. How did those pictures turn out?
Me:
How did you get my number? I know Forest wouldn’t give it to you.
Maverick:
Stop avoiding the question.
I roll my eyes even as my skin turns molten. Gods, the effect he has on me. My brother will kill me if he finds out about this.
Me:
Admittedly, they were terrible.
Maverick:
Show me.
I really don’t want to show him. Not at all. But for some reason, I send him a few of the lesser hideous ones.
He doesn’t respond for several minutes and I swear he’s laughing at me. He has to be. I would. They’re not appetizing.
Suddenly, that small text bubble appears. He’s messaging me again.
I hold my phone intently over my face and stare at it.
Maverick:
Thank you.
What the hell does that mean? Thank you for the laugh? Thank you for the nude chicken pictures?
I huff and set my phone down, and then sit up, needing to do something other than sulk over my lackluster appearance on screen.
I really do need to find someone to fuck me when my heat comes on again. I’m not even sure when it’s going to happen, butit could be any day now. I really need to buy some toys and try to make it through the heat with those.
I can totally do that.
I move around the house, cleaning up the dirty dishes and doing a load of laundry before heading back to my room to check my phone. I’m trying not to be desperate, but I can’t quite help the rapid increase in my heart rate as soon as I pick it up.
Disappointingly, Maverick hasn’t said anything else, and I slam my phone back down and frown at it.
Why hasn’t he said anything else? And why do I fucking care?
There’s no way I can let him fuck me again, right? Even if I did let him suck my dick on the ladder in the garage. If Forest knew, he’d be furious.
He’s far too overprotective of me. Ever since our mom died, he’s felt it’s his duty to make sure I make it to adulthood intact. Well, I’m already here and doing quite well for myself. I deserve to have some fun.