Hearts of Glass (The Glass Trilogy Book 3) Read Free Page A

man? You blacked out after your fourth whiskey. You suggested we go to a chapel. You were coming on to me, Daniel, flirting like crazy, saying how much you missed my sister, even if she had treated you like dirt underneath your fingernails. I don’t blame you. Everyone was in love with Natasha. You think it hasn’t been challenging for me all these years having her to compete with? All my life she was the beautiful, talented one. She was smarter than me, so I had to study around the clock to get ahead. I had to have something of my own. Show Mom and Dad that I was special. She was always so goddamn blessed, so adored. You know my hair isn’t even blond? The day I was old enough to color my hair, you bet I did. Mousy brown, that’s me. I even had liposuction on my thighs and a nose job. Who wouldn’t have wanted to look like her? She was gorgeous. It was always Natasha this and Natasha that. The golden child, the pretty, talented one.”
    The sponge is hurting me as Kristin scrubs my genitals with vigor. I think of Janie, how skillfully she had my dick in her hot wet mouth, and now this lunatic attacking my private parts like I’m something to be dissected on her laboratory operating table. I miss Janie. I miss her touch, her smell, her sweetness. I try to disassociate myself from the present reality and let the memories of beautiful Janie surge through me in a blissful wave. My only solace. I inhale the scent of her soft, sensual skin, my nose pressed between her silky thighs. I have her pussy in my mouth as I taste her juices, flicker my tongue on her clit and carry her to another mind-blowing orgasm. Her hips lose control as I hold her tight ass in my hands, bringing her even closer to my mouth. Her spasms and her cries have me more turned on than I have ever been in my life with a woman.
    “Isn’t it crazy that you and I were able to get married just like that?” I hear Kristin’s fingers snap to emphasize her point. Snapping me out of my reverie. “Only in America. Vegas really does cater to the lowest denominator of human being. I mean, imagine that! That all we had to do was show up with a witness in tow, and you and I were married five minutes later! I know, honey, you can’t remember, and well, I was going to do the right thing and get this union annulled. Because we never even consummated our marriage. We were both too sozzled to have sex. We hadn’t even been in touch since our wedding—God knows, I was too busy with my research work. And then you had this accident, slipping on the floor, and I knew that I was the only person with the right skills to look after you. I didn’t want anyone interfering. So, you know, us being married is a good thing.”
    She maneuvers my body so I am now lying on my side. Her voice rattles on. “What a crazy coincidence. Two people close to me falling into comas! And both times my being in the right place at the right time. What are the odds of that? Millions to one! That’s why I know this is all meant to be. I’m becoming quite the coma specialist. Fascinating. And you really have enhanced my life. The two of you. It’s such fun being this rich! Natasha was more than generous in her will. Sorry you missed out on that. And I had no idea quite how loaded you are, Daniel. How come you don’t flash your money around more? I mean, seriously, baby, you should have been having fun with your wealth. If I had your looks as a man, I’d be lining up twenty women at a time, partying more! And there you were, hanging out with that skinny little actress with the big, brown, innocent eyes—like I can really imagine how much of a sport she must be in bed, that is, if you even got that far with her. Cute, but clueless. Not like Natasha. She was a real woman. Such a shame her life was cut so short!
    “Shut the fuck up, you nutter!” my grey matter screams.
    “Did I just see you twitch, Daniel? We can’t be having that now, can we? Got to keep you nicely tucked up in your coma