Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Look,” she says, squeezing the arm that I have wrapped around her. “Tanner is having a good night.”
After a quick look around, I spot him sprawled against an inflatable shark, making out with a cute, bikini-clad girl. Go Tanner! Sometimes he lacks confidence. But not tonight, apparently.
See? My beach party is good for the soul. I’m feeling very presidential.
The music slows down, and I pull Annika against my chest, one hand on her hip. I survey my domain, taking in all the happy partygoers.
“What do you see?” Annika asks over her shoulder. “Which animal are we behaving like tonight? None, right? Animals are too smart for that.” She points at some drunk pledges trying to arm wrestle on the bar.
“Heck no, they’re not.” I kiss her temple. “There are these monkeys on St. Kitts that steal cocktails and get hammered. Their tolerance for alcohol is distributed among the community just like in humans. You have your social drinkers; they make up the bulk. And then you have a few who don’t like alcohol, and a few wasted frat boys.”
Annika turns around in my arms and smiles at me. “You are endlessly fascinating, Keaton Hayworth the third.” She puts her body against mine, and dances closer. I rest my chin on her shoulder, and we rotate slowly, our bare feet in the sand.
She’s soft and warm against me, her perky tits brushing my pecs. We haven’t had sex in more than a week, as my libido tends to retreat underground like a frightened groundhog when I’m stressed out. I haven’t sexted with SinnerThree, either. We’ve exchanged a few messages here and there, but it sounded like he was as busy as I was.
Annika was swamped, too, and since we’ve been together for five years, one week without sex isn’t something we really freak out about. We’ve gone through much longer dry spells, and neither of us ever complains.
The party rages on around us. My gaze snags on Dan Zimmer, the only Alpha Delt brother who’s openly gay. I’ve never witnessed him on the prowl before. But—holy shit—he’s got his tongue in some guy’s mouth. As I watch, their heads tilt for a better angle.
The other guy, some blond dude in bright yellow board shorts, wraps a strong arm around Dan’s bare waist. They’re chest to chest as they devour each other’s mouths, kiss after hungry kiss.
When Dan’s conquest slips that hand onto Dan’s ass and gives it a dirty squeeze, my cock begins to feel heavy and full. I know I should look away. I drop my lips to Annika’s neck and kiss her warm skin.
But I can still see them. I’m openly staring as they make out, their bare chests bumping. And I wonder how that feels—hard pecs against your own. A happy trail, maybe.
Goddamn it. I force myself to close my eyes, but the image is still there, taunting me. This curiosity of mine is getting really inconvenient. And my exchanges with SinnerThree have only intensified it.
I’d promised him I’d tell Annika about him this week, but I’ve been putting it off. With arousal thrumming in my blood at the sight of Dan’s PDA and the feel of Annika’s full tits crushed against my chest, I decide now might be the time.
“I may have found us a candidate,” I hear myself whisper in Annika’s ear.
“What do you mean,” she murmurs back, lazily stroking the nape of my neck with her interlaced hands.
“Your birthday present?” I prompt.
My girl leans back suddenly and looks up at me. “You mean…?” Her breath hitches, and I can’t quite decode the look in her eyes. I think it’s anticipation?
And yet the moment she asks, “Who?” I find myself clamming up.
For some messed-up reason, I don’t want to tell her how awesome SinnerThree is. Annika and I have been a team since high school. We did—do—everything together. We share friends, food, experiences. This app connection I have with Sinner…right now, it’s just mine. I know that soon it won’t be. Soon I’ll need to share him with Annika.
And I just… No. Not yet.
I’m not sure what I’m going to say when I open my mouth, but luckily I’m spared from speaking at all.
“Hayworth,” comes Luke Bailey’s grudging voice.
I was rocking a semi-erection, but it disappears the moment Bailey approaches. He probably has that effect on lots of people.
“Yeah?” I arch a brow. Is he going to tell me how much this party blows? That he’s having a terrible time? Because last I saw, he was flirting with one of Annika’s sorority sisters underneath a huge inflatable palm tree.
“You might suck, but this party doesn’t,” is what I get.
I can’t help but snicker. From Bailey, that’s high praise. “Does that mean you’re conceding? If so, I humbly accept this presidency.”
He snickers back. “Fuck off. Nobody’s conceding here. A good politician is gracious to his opponents even when he’s about to crush them.”