Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I could stay here forever,” I say, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. Dare bites the shell of my ear, and I shiver, but it’s not from the cold.
“Let’s get you warm.”
Dare leads me back inside, and I’m confused when he doesn’t go back upstairs, but out the back door. Walking over to the hot tub, he lifts the cover, and I all but run over, kicking my boots off on the way. That is definitely what I need right now.
“A hot tub, huh? I bet this is where you bring all your dates.” I wiggle my brows.
“Actually, I think I’m the only one who hasn’t had sex in this thing.”
“Well, now it’s my turn. It’s only fair.” I bite my lip, unzipping his jacket before letting it fall to the ground.
“Thank God for chlorine.” Dare takes his hoodie off, too, drops his sweatpants, and I gulp at the thin happy trail between his Adonis belt, pointing to his thick cock, already hard. I do nothing to hide the fact that I’m staring. I’ve never felt this kind of attraction before. I step into the Jacuzzi, lowering my naked self into the water. Goosebumps break out all over my body, and my stomach flips as I watch Dare’s tattooed body move toward me. He flips a switch on the side, the jets bubbling to life as he joins me.
He sits on the submerged seat, pulling me onto his lap. His erection bobs between us, and I lean forward to rub myself along his length. Dare fills me with a shift of his hips, groaning once he’s fully impaled me. “I think you’re my new favorite hobby.”
Ditto.
Seeing Lo in the snow the other night was a sight I’ll never forget. Unlaced boots, hoodie to her knees, sleeves hanging past her hands, pretty face tipped toward the sky. She’s been hardened by life, and she puts on a tough front, but show the girl some snow, and her eyes fill with childlike wonder. It reminded me that she’s still just a twenty-one-year-old girl underneath all that false bravado.
It also reminded me that the girl needs some fucking winter clothes. The snow is officially here, and I saw her head into Blackbear yesterday morning with nothing but that stupid flannel to keep her warm. Which brings me to now. In the tourist trap near The Pines Ski Resort with Briar and Cam’s girl, Mollie, on my lunch break. Cam used to teach snowboarding lessons here, and he knows all about brand names and what’s best in the snow—shit that I’ve never cared to learn. When I texted him, recruiting his help, he sent me a text with a bunch of hahahahahas followed by you’re next before sending Mollie and Briar in his place, much to my annoyance. If I wanted Briar’s help, I would’ve asked her myself. She’ll never let this go.
“Oh, this store,” Briar says excitedly, pulling me inside by my sleeve. “What size do you think she is? Small? Medium?”
“Fuck if I know.” I could probably guess her bra size, but I don’t know shit about women’s clothing.
“Let’s go with medium to be safe,” Mollie says, combing through a rack of coats. “Plus, if it’s a little big, she’ll have room for layers.”
“I don’t care what you guys get, just make sure it’s warm. And casual. She doesn’t like that fancy shit,” I say, earning a quizzical look from Briar. Once Mollie is out of earshot, Briar approaches, and I already know what’s coming.
“You really like this girl.” It’s a statement, one I don’t bother denying because I’m starting to think she’s right. “Be careful, okay?”
I throw her a confused look. “Be careful about what?”
“Just…everything. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
It still takes me by surprise when Briar says something that shows she genuinely cares. I mean, she cares about everyone—that’s just who she is—but it’s hard to get used to. She’s seen a couple of the girls that I’ve hooked up with, but she’s never expressed any feelings about them either way.
“Lo’s not like that. She’s different.”
“And that’s why I worry.” Briar gives me a one-armed hug. “But I’m really happy for you. I like her,” she says genuinely.
See? Never letting it go. Girls are so dramatic.
“Okay, so I found this Burton jacket that I’d die for.” Mollie appears, holding up a white coat with fur around the hood. “Plus, it’s reversible and super warm. And this, too, because puffer vests are so cute right now.”
“I’ll pick out some boots,” Briar says. “I’ll grab a seven and a half, but keep the receipts just in case.”
The girls raid the shop while I stand in the corner with my hands in my pockets, waiting. They come back, fifteen minutes later, arms full.
“I tried to find sales. I might have gotten a little carried away,” Briar says sheepishly, and I laugh. “You can pick through what you want, and I’ll put back the rest.”