Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Does it seem like I’m in a bad mood?” Looking her up and down, I offer a brief grin. “You want to make it better for me?”
Her tongue slides over her glossy lips before her teeth flash in a smile. This is what I need. This is the answer to the brutal restlessness that’s tearing me to pieces.
“You know…” The backs of her fingers brush against my hand before she entwines them with mine. “I’ve never really been around inside the house. Maybe you could give me a tour.”
I should do that. Right now. I’ve got to get rid of this. What is it? Bitterness, anxiety, the feeling like my skin will split if it gets any tighter. I can’t keep my heart from pounding like it’s about to burst out of my chest.
“Oh, why?” It’s Wren’s high-pitched whine that steals my attention from the tits in front of me. “But why, when you just got here? You didn’t even have a drink yet.”
When I glance toward them, Maya looks away. Like she was looking at me and got caught. I should fuck this redhead’s tits while she watches, since she’s so interested in what I do.
“I told my dad I wouldn’t be gone long. I don’t want any shit when I get home.” Maya’s forced laugh is like nails running down a chalkboard to me. It’s good, though. She should leave, she needs to leave. I was fine before she reminded me she exists.
If only she didn’t glance my way before adding, “Everybody’s having a good time, anyway.”
Now, see? I could’ve let it go. I would’ve been happy to watch her curvy ass bounce away before I take what’s-her-face upstairs for a quick screw. I might have ended this night feeling good. Relaxed. If only it wasn’t for that last remark.
“Well? Are you going to show me or not?” Now the redhead is tugging my hand, trying to get me to follow her inside.
But I can’t stop watching. Wren looks so sad. That means Briggs is going to fall all over himself to make her happy, which means the rest of us might as well go home. Why the fuck does Maya have to ruin everything she touches?
Forget the redhead. I barely remember what she looks like by the time I walk away, my feet slapping the patio with every step as I follow Maya to the gate. She’s just going to ruin the night and run away. So typical. She can never face her own bullshit. For once, she’s going to. For once, somebody is going to call her out.
The gate swings open when Maya pushes it, and she’s halfway around the side of the house by the time I follow her through. She might as well be running, fleeing. “Hey!” I bark. It’s not like anybody at the party can hear me.
But she does. Loud and clear. I can tell when her shoulders jump up around her ears. Instead of stopping, the way any decent person would do, she doubles her pace.
Which means I do the same, because I will be damned if she runs away this time. “You heard me talking to you!”
“So what?” she asks, almost running with her arms wrapped around herself.
This little bitch. But she makes a mistake, not looking for her keys until she’s already standing next to her car. She fumbles around in her purse for them but can’t reach them by the time I catch up to her.
When she spins around to face me, I pin her back against the driver’s side door and cage her in with my arms. Her tits heave against my chest, and for the briefest, stupidest moment, my dick stirs.
“What the hell is your problem?” I could be asking myself that question, but instead I’m snarling at her, taking in how she reacts. Her fair cheeks are now flushed, blue eyes bulging, her lips parted so she can breathe hard enough for her nipples to brush my chest.
“I didn’t have one until you started with me,” she grits out. “And now, I’m trying to leave, because it’s so obvious you want me to. But you won’t let me go. I think you’re the one with the problem.”
“You’re right. I do have a problem.” There’s so much on the tip of my tongue, wanting to burst out of my chest. I still possess enough clarity to keep all of that shoved down deep where it can’t embarrass me.
Instead, I sneer the way she is. “Wren was only trying to be your friend, dumbass. What, are you too good to go swimming? What do you have against having fun, being a good friend?”
Her eyes narrow. “Do yourself a favor and don’t talk about things you don’t have the first clue of. You make yourself sound stupid.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck yourself,” she whispers back. feeling fierce tonight. Feisty. If anything, I like her better this way. She’s not running around like a scared rabbit, pretending she’s innocent when we both know she is anything but. “Do me a favor and don’t act like you give a shit about Wren, because you don’t. You were right there with Briggs, bullying her.”