Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Hey, eyes on me.” When he refocuses his attention, I clarify, “Are you saying that Juliette McKinnon is here?” I point at the wood floor beneath my feet. “At this party.”
“Yup. She just walked in with Ford, Wolf, Madden, and Ford’s sister.”
With a frown, I rub my shadowed jaw and scan the vicinity, looking for the dark-haired girl.
When was the last time I saw Juliette at a party?
I’m not even talking about a hockey party but just a regular, off campus party.
Maybe a couple times freshman and sophomore year?
That girl is too busy getting straight As to actually have a social life.
If she’s here, then my guess is that Carina twisted her arm and forced her into it. There’s no way in hell she’d show up of her own volition. A rowdy hockey party where all sorts of shit goes down isn’t exactly Juliette’s scene.
Sensing a disturbance in the force, Larsa curls her acrylics into my chest.
When my gaze reluctantly snaps to hers, she gives me a full-on pout with pink-slicked lips. “I’m ready to get out of here. Aren’t you?”
Hell yeah I am.
The sultry promise in her eyes tells me exactly what’s in store for the evening, and I am definitely here for it. With any luck, a little time spent with the blonde beauty will help me to reset and I can hit the ice tomorrow with a fresh perspective. What I need is for Larsa to help soothe all the raging emotions inside me that I haven’t been able to do for myself.
Dismissing the freshman, I say to her instead, “Yeah, baby. Let’s go.”
Her mouth curls as she reaches up on the tips of her toes and presses a kiss against my lips. She snags my lower one before tugging it with sharp teeth and then releasing it with a soft pop.
That sexy little maneuver just solidified my decision to take her upstairs.
I glance at the freshman, who hasn’t moved a muscle. His eyes are unfocused as he stares at Larsa with a slack jaw. If I looked down, he’d probably be giving her a full-fledged salute.
Certainly can’t blame the guy for that.
With a grin, I clap him on the shoulder. “See what you have to look forward to if you play your cards right?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and nods. The look on his face is one of pure envy.
Just as I wrap an arm around Larsa’s slender shoulders, I catch sight of a dark head from the corner of my eye. Since it’s crowded, that shouldn’t be enough to give me pause and have me rubbernecking, but that’s exactly what happens. Awareness prickles at the bottom of my gut as my eyes zero in on the girl who’s caught my attention.
That’s all it takes for my brows to snap together as my steps slow. Larsa shoots me a frown when I grind to a halt.
Wait just a second…
That can’t be Juliette.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
I squint, trying to get a better look at the girl in question.
I mean…
It sure as hell looks like her. And the freshie’s right. This girl is a total smoke show. My cock twitches in agreement. Actually, it does a hell of a lot more than that. The longer I stare, the harder it becomes.
Larsa brushes her fingers against my junk. “Mmm, so big. Let’s go somewhere private and put that to good use.”
Yes. That’s exactly what I should do.
Except…
My feet don’t budge.
I’m incapable of movement.
Especially when the girl turns just a bit and I get a better look at her face.
That first glimpse is like a punch to the gut.
Juliette flashes a smile to the guy standing next to her.
My gaze shifts to the douche at her side.
Wolf.
What the hell is going on around here?
“Ryder?” Larsa’s fingers wrap around mine before giving them a gentle squeeze.
When a couple people move, giving me a direct line of sight, I get an eyeful of the black sweater that hugs her curves like it was made specifically for her. My gaze drops to the short red skirt that barely covers her ass and the tall black boots that showcase her legs.
If I was hard before, I’m like steel now.
My gaze lifts to her face for a second time to make sure it’s really her.
Damn.
It’s definitely her.
I’ve never seen Juliette in an outfit like this.
Never.
And I’ve known her since my family moved next door to the McKinnons’ when I was in kindergarten. I suck my lower lip between my teeth and chew it. How the hell am I going to go upstairs and enjoy myself knowing that Juliette is down here looking like that. Every dick in the place will try shooting their shot with her.
I flick narrowed eyes at Wolf. He’s someone I consider a good friend. If I thought for one damn second that he’d lay hands on her, I’d fucking rip him apart.