Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I’ll try,” I offer, though I know it’ll be virtually impossible now with Jordy home with us.
“Try what?” Ryan says, walking over to us with Charlotte tucked under his arm.
“Nothin’, man,” Kayden replies. “You still want some candy?”
Ryan stiffens. “No.”
I dart my eyes back and forth between them. Kayden gives him a knowing grin before patting Ryan on the shoulder and leaning in. He whispers something to him and I don’t miss the fact that he slips something into Ryan’s pocket. Ryan nods.
“We’re headed to the party at Zac’s,” Charlotte tells me. “You sure you can’t convince Roan?”
“Hollis let you go?”
“Hollis isn’t my dad,” she bites out.
I flinch at her words. She’s off. Her head is leaned against Ryan and she pets his chest like he’s the softest pillow in the world.
“Maybe you should stay with me,” I say, stepping close to take her hand.
“Don’t be a cockblocker,” Ryan snaps at me.
“Don’t be a dick,” Kayden barks at him.
“I want to go with Ryan,” Charlotte tells me. “Stop worrying so much.”
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I start to tug her away from her boyfriend, who glowers at me, but she stops me, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry Roan’s being a dick and won’t let you go, but I never get alone time with Ryan. He’s my boyfriend. I want to spend time with him.” She sighs. “I love you, Roux. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Ryan shoots me a triumphant grin before leading Charlotte away from me. I hate that Hollis hasn’t forbidden her to go like Roan did me. But I guess their situation is different. My brother has pull over me. Hollis has no pull over Charlotte.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Kayden promises. “She’s my friend too.”
I give him a quick hug. “Thank you.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I sidestep it, his kiss landing on my cheek instead. I get a grumble but then he saunters off, calling out for Zac. With a heavy sigh, I turn and head back to the party to go find Hollis. Charlotte may not have to answer to him, but I still think he should be aware of where she’s going.
As I approach, I don’t see Jordy, Hollis, or Roan.
Cal’s getting his dick sucked by Tarrin. He’s such a manwhore and she’s a slut. Gross. Terrence laughs when he sees me glaring at them.
“Best you go on, Little Hoodlum,” Terrence calls out. “The grownups are doing grownup things.”
Tarrin, spurred on by his words, starts slurping and bobbing like her life depends on it. I roll my eyes, ignoring those two.
“Where’d the guys go?” I ask, climbing up the steps onto the porch.
“The wives went to their tent to fuck like bunnies,” Terrence says and snorts out another laugh. “The convict is in the cabin taking a leak.”
Yuck.
I don’t want to think about my brother and Hollis fucking. Making my way past Terrence, I head inside to find Jordy. He’s sprawled out on the pullout sofa, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes hooded.
“Hey,” I mutter.
His body tenses and his eyes snap to mine. “Thought you left.”
“Roan doesn’t want me to go. Plus, I told you I was going to check on him, not go with him.”
“Is he hurt?”
“He’ll live.”
“Pity.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “You should behave so you don’t get your ass thrown back in prison.”
“Come here,” he orders, patting the bed beside him.
A thrill shoots down my spine. “Okay.”
Kicking off my shoes, I make my way over to him and then sit down. He hauls me to his chest, hugging me to him.
Several long seconds pass, my heart hammering in my chest. Neither of us speaks or moves. When the racing in my heart slows, I tentatively touch his pectoral muscle over his shirt. His nipple is hard and I can’t help but run my fingertip over it.
“Roux.” The warning in his voice makes every muscle in my body quiver.
“Hmm?”
“Just let me hold you.”
“That’s it? You just want to hold me?”
“That’s all I can do.”
I slide my palm lower, rubbing over his ridiculously hard abs. His breath hitches. I tease my fingertips along the hem of his shirt that’s ridden up, stroking the hair of his happy trail.
“Roux,” he rasps out, his voice a guttural growl.
“I’m just cuddling,” I say in the most innocent tone I can muster. “I missed you. That’s okay, right, Jordy?”
He groans, his breathing growing heavier. I don’t move my hand from the small sliver of skin between his belt line and shirt. I’m not blind to the way his cock strains against his shorts.
“Does your boyfriend know you’re cuddling with me?” he asks in a husky tone. “Is he going to shoot me?”
His words chill me to the bone. “Don’t say stuff like that.”
“I think you like playing dangerous games,” he rumbles. “First by dating that piece of shit, and now by pushing the limit with me. Are you trying to get hurt?”