Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Because I know I’m not a dog,” she says haughtily. She winks at me. “I’m a fox.”
Hell yeah, she is. It was damn impossible to keep my tongue inside my mouth when I walked into Wesmie’s place and saw Jess Canning standing there in her tight jeans and low-cut tank. Her body is out of this fucking world.
“But you think you’re old?” I prompt.
“I am old.” Her expression darkens again, and I kind of wish I hadn’t revisited the age comment. “I’m a twenty-six-year-old freshman. I feel ancient.”
“Aw, honey, you’re not ancient.” I give her a very slow, very pointed once-over, making sure to stare extra long at the delectable tits that are practically pouring out of her top. “You’re the hottest freshman I know.”
Instead of thanking me, she shifts her gaze out the window. I can see the pout of her lips and the nervous set of her profile. “This car is such a gas guzzler,” she mutters. “Do you really need to drive this macho mobile?”
Seriously? At six five and two hundred and fifty pounds, I don’t fit comfortably in many vehicles. Even this Hummer is a wee bit cramped for my rockin’ physique. “Have you seen me? Oh wait. You have.” I give her a wink and she blushes.
My macho mobile emerges from the underground, and I steer onto the main street. Admittedly, the Hummy is, like, ten feet taller than all the other vehicles on the road. I like that though. Makes me feel like a badass.
The hot blond next to me, however… She makes me feel all of two feet tall. Seriously. She’s not good for my ego, this one. “You should’ve told me you were moving to the T-Dot.”
“It was last minute,” she answers without looking over.
“So? Takes all of a second to shoot a text.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we’re friends?”
“Are we?”
I smirk at her. “Would you rather I said former lovers? Or maybe soon-to-be lovers again?”
She smirks back. “In your dreams.”
“Fuck, yes. Absolutely in my dreams. The wet kind.” I reach over and cover her knee with my palm. “How about we make those dreams a reality?”
Jess flicks my hand away. “Do you ever give up?”
“I play hockey.”
“I didn’t ask what sport you play!”
“That’s the answer, though. Do I give up? Of course not. I’m a hockey player.”
She makes an unflattering noise under her breath, then jerks when the cupholder starts vibrating. Or rather, when my phone makes it vibrate.
“Check that for me, will ya?” I ask as I execute a miraculous lane change without smashing into any other cars. This Hummer wasn’t designed for the narrow streets of downtown Toronto.
“It’s a text. From…Brenna.” Jess puts on a high-pitched voice. “Blakey! I need that recipe for your famous Rippin’ Riley sangria!”
My sister doesn’t sound like that at all, but Jess doesn’t give me the chance to point that out. She just grumbles something else under her breath.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
The light at the intersection turns amber, and I slam my foot on the brakes harder than necessary, mostly because I want to stretch my arm out and across Jess’s chest to protect her from such an abrupt stop. An intentionally abrupt stop, but whatever.
“Oh my God! Did you just cop a feel?” she sputters.
“Of course.”
“Blake.”
I glance over. “What is it, baby?”
Aggravation flares in her brown eyes. “Don’t call me baby.”
“Okay, J-Babe.”
“Don’t call me that either.” She thrusts both hands through her hair. “You know what? Pull over after this light.”
My dick does a happy dance against my zipper. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Not for that,” she screeches. “We…” She takes a deep breath. She seems to do that a lot when I’m around. I make her breathless. “We need to get a few things straight.”
Shit, I don’t like the sound of that. But I still do what she asks, pulling over the moment I see an empty stretch of curb. It’s a fire zone, so I leave the engine running in case we need to drive away quick-fast.
Jess starts saying ridiculous things the moment the car comes to a stop. “Here’s the situation, Blake. We’re not going out. We’re not having sex again. We’re not sexting or flirting or playing these weird games. We’re not anything, okay?”
“Are you playing hard to get?” I’m genuinely asking, because I’m genuinely not sure.
“No! I’m not! I—”
My phone buzzes again. “Hold that thought,” I cut in, because I see my sister’s name on the screen. Bethy this time, reminding me that Brenna’s baby shower is coming up. Not that I’d forgotten—I’m about to become an uncle for the first time, and I’m totally pumped about it. My fingers are too big for this touch screen, so it takes longer than it should for me to text back a quick Duh. I’ll be there with bells on.