The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(43)

These comments are a lot different than the Instagram posts from the night of the gala. Maybe because they’re filled with more praise than shame.

Jesus, this is hot.

Who knew that Goode boy had it in him?

I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s making me want to go back to church again.

I’ve also watched the video itself about a hundred times too. Not to brag, but I can’t get over how good I look, how hot we are together. Sage really does appear like she’s riding my dick and enjoying it. And that filthy expression on my face is something I didn’t even know I could do.

My mind is racing when I get back to my apartment. Texts, DMs, and calls have been coming in like crazy. Apparently, this video went viral fucking fast. I had no idea so many people even cared, but once it got out that Truett Goode’s oldest son made a sex tape on FanVids, the media went wild with it. People who had no clue who I was before today are suddenly following my social media accounts in droves.

Everyone loves a scandal.

The one person I haven’t heard from yet—who I expected to—is my father. And that might be the call I’m most anxious to get. Dread and excitement are warring for control in my head as I anticipate his reaction.

On the one hand, I can’t fucking wait to hear how pissed he is.

On the other…I’ve spent my whole life pleasing him.

Being the perfect son. His protégé. Doing everything right, the way he wanted. Playing the role of the well-behaved son is my entire identity. It’s all I know.

So yeah…shedding that responsibility is like crawling out of my own skin.

The incoming message notifications get overwhelming, so I put my phone on Do Not Disturb as I drop onto the couch in my apartment and watch the video again. I wish I knew why this is so addicting and why I can’t stop watching it.

Opening my text message thread with Sage, I type out a message with a smile on my face.

Three million views.

She types back her response immediately.

Everyone loves a good boy gone bad.

Grinning at her message, something strikes me about it—

something not right.

It’s because of the way I acted in that video. Not because you’re bad. You know that, right?

I’m blushing.

You’re too sweet, Church Boy.

Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew that.

Um, hello.

Duh, Mr. “Fucking Ride It.”

Now it’s my turn to blush.

I reply. My smile stretches across my face as I stare at her messages, hearing them in her voice.

I didn’t know you had it in you.

She replies.

Neither did I.

I take it you’ve never been rough with a girl before.

Not like that.

Well, you should try.

You clearly have a knack for degradation.

I hover over the keys before I type my response. I can’t tell if I’m being forward or if this is inappropriate to ask. But something about typing over text makes it easier to discuss.

Is that how you like it?

While the bubbles bounce on the screen, indicating that she’s typing, I shift in my seat. My dick is growing thick in my pants just thinking about it. Today was clearly tense and I’m feeling very high-strung at the moment. A cool breeze on my shaft might be enough to send me over the edge.

Then her response nearly knocks me out of my seat.

Well, considering I’ve watched it twice now with my vibrator handy, I think the answer is yes.

My mouth is hanging open as I stare at the screen. What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

I don’t respond because what the fuck would I even say?

Well, actually…that’s not true. I know the old Adam wouldn’t know what to say, but this new Adam, the one who made his sex tape debut today, knows exactly what to say.

With a devilish grin, I type out my response.

Tell me you recorded that.

Sorry, that was a private showing.

If you had just stuck around for a few more

minutes.

I know she doesn’t mean that. That would be breaking the rules. But still…it’s fun to flirt with the idea.

You really are a horny slut, aren’t you?

So you haven’t rubbed one out yet?

Nope.

You’re lying.

No one is that good.

I am.

No, you’re not.

Not really.

You’ve just been pretending for a very long time.

The texts stay quiet for a moment. Biting my bottom lip, I grow restless in my seat.

So I pull up the video again.

My thumb brushes over the curve of her breast on the screen, and when that little yelping cry she made hits my ears for the hundredth time today, I let myself replay the whole thing in my mind. My cock twitches in my pants, reminding me that it’s been neglected since I put it through so much this afternoon. I’m not embarrassed by how hard I was as she was bouncing on my lap. I mean, any man would have popped a hard-on in that situation.

Clearly, she was feeling it too. Her nipples were hard as fuck, and it was not cold in her apartment.

For a moment, I consider opening a porn site on my phone to get off to, but I can’t stop watching this clip. Hell, watching myself choking her is clearly getting the job done because my dick is aching already.