Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
My whole body still tingled after how close he’d gotten me in the car. And for a minute, I wondered why the hell I’d stopped him. Nolan, of course. Because less than twelve hours previously, one of his best friends had been sliding his thick cock between my legs. It’s not like Nolan and I were “together” or anything — God, if anything after he’d pushed me away the night before, we were the most opposite of that possible. But maybe I just felt wrong doing that with Max so soon after. It felt dirty, and a little slutty.
…The problem was, I couldn’t tell if that made me feel bad or way too good.
Slowly, my heart still racing, my body still tingling, and the dull aching need still making me hot and wet between my legs, I got out of the bed. Out the window, I heard the sound of Max’s SUV spinning out of the driveway and peeling away. Part of me relaxed a little, knowing he wasn’t downstairs. I felt awful — for taking things that far and then pushing him away. I felt awful for the way he’d frozen up when I told him about Nolan.
But mostly, I felt awful because the truth was, being with him that day had felt amazing. The spark I’d felt just being around him, and chatting with him, and knowing he was by my side through the shittiness of having to go to Matt’s place had been this rush of something so good.
And I’d gone and ruined it.
I opened the bedroom door, took a breath, and headed down to the empty kitchen. Maybe some coffee would clear my head.
“Think there might be one last cup in there.”
I almost screamed as my heart jumped into my throat and I whirled at the sound of the deep, baritone voice behind me.
Right, there’s three of them.
Somehow, in the haze of the night before and the whirlwind of the day so far, I’d forgotten that there were actually three men living in this house. Max had just roared away in his Land Rover, and Nolan was presumably still on campus getting work done. But Professor Cole I hadn’t even known was there until he’d spoken from the breakfast table behind me.
I swallowed heavily, my pulse still racing as I took in the tall, built, ridiculously handsome man sitting facing me, a mug in his hand and a smile on his perfect, chiseled jaw. Yeah, Nolan might have been a heartthrob to the co-eds on campus, but so was Garret Cole. Dark hair, dark, piercing eyes, and the kind of cowboy chin that made girls weak in the knees. He taught international studies at Gilman. I’d only taken one of his classes once, opting out because it didn’t really fit my major, but I knew the man had a background in the military, and it showed. Broad chest, built arms, and that straight-backed posture that made him really look his six foot whatever height.
And here we were face to face alone in Nolan’s kitchen
“Hi, sorry.” I swallowed again, gulping down air.
“I scared you, didn’t I?”
“You scared the shit out of me, yeah,” I breathed out, laughing nervously.
Garret grinned. “Sorry. It’s Cora, right?”
I nodded.
“You took a survey class of mine, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, last year.”
“You dropped it.”
I blushed. “Sorry, it wasn’t really part of the course work I needed towards my major.”
“I got over it, eventually.” He winked in that handsome, charming way that sent butterflies through my stomach.
“So, welcome to the Nolan Jameson hotel I guess.”
I grinned, pouring the last dregs of coffee into my mug. “I didn’t realize you and him were roommates.”
He chuckled. “We’re not, trust me. I’ve known the guy too long to voluntarily live with him.”
He saw the curious look on my face, because he kept going.
“I’m just crashing here for a bit. My fiancée’s and my house…”
A shadow crossed his face as he shook his head. “My ex’s house and mine, well, we’re selling it, and I’ve got no interest in living there during the process.”
I wrinkled my brow and twisted my lips. “Sorry to hear that. Hope it wasn’t a bad breakup.”
“She left me for her massage therapist, so…”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!”
I started to move towards him, out of a need to comfort I guess. But Garret just chuckled lowly and shook his head. “Honestly, it’s a good thing. Don’t shed any tears for me on this one.”
“That’s pretty shitty of her.”
“On that we can agree, but I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet.”
“Uh, yeah,” I laughed, smiling up at him. “God, what a bitch.”
Garret laughed. “Thanks.”
His dark, haunting eyes sparked, and I felt myself falling into them. A tingle teased its way down my spine, sending a little shiver through me before I realized I was completely staring at him.
I quickly shook my head and looked down into my coffee.