Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Ah hell,” I breathe as I see Trevor get to his feet. “Cody, I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I’m sort of seeing—”
“If you want to keep that hand, Billings, you’ll get it off my girl before I break it off and shove it up your backside.”
“Trevor, he didn’t know. He meant nothing by it,” I rush to say as I get between the two.
The song changes to “Times Like These” by the Foo Fighters. I grab Trevor by the hand and pull him to me. He comes reluctantly as he continues to glare at Cody.
I wrap my arms around Trevor’s neck and look up at him. Tugging his head down, I get him to kiss me, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Cody until our lips meet. He grasps my face and deepens the kiss as I melt into him.
“Your girl? Are you claiming me as your girlfriend, Trevor?” I ask breathlessly as he breaks the kiss.
“I thought I made that clear to you. Now, everyone else has the memo as well.”
“I guess you did clear that up. Good to know.”
“Come here, let me make it crystal for you.”
He dips his head and takes my lips again. I run my fingers through his hair and get lost in his soft lips. My belly heats and those darn butterflies take flight, causing me to press in closer to him.
I begin to bounce to the music as we kiss. He breaks the seal of our lips and smiles down at me. God, he’s beautiful.
I love the way his eyes light up as we dance. Well, I’m dancing. Trevor just stands watching me as I dance my way around him.
With Cody forgotten, Trevor stays out on the dance floor with me for a few more songs. Until we’re both sweating from the warm evening air and my feet start to hurt. I lift up on my toes and lean into his ear.
“I’m thirsty. Want to get me a beer?”
“I’ll get you a Coke,” he says pointedly.
I frown. “I have my ID. I’m legal here.”
“Coke with ice coming up.” He winks at me.
“You suck,” I mumble.
He tugs me into his arms and pulls my back to his front. Then he buries his face in my neck. I moan as he sucks my skin into his mouth.
“I do, but I think we both like that.”
“Whatever,” I try to say without him hearing how affected I am.
Trevor
I have Lynn held tightly on my lap as we sit at a table with our friends. I’ve had a few beers and Lynn has been sneaking sips when she thinks I’m distracted. I’m letting her have fun.
It’s all I can do to keep from collaring Cody and flinging him across this rooftop. I’ve known for years that he’s had a crush on Lynn. This trip isn’t his chance to explore that.
“Oh, I love this song. Stop glaring holes into Cody and come dance with me.”
“I have two left feet, darlin’. If it’s not line dancing or a fumble through some ballroom dancing, I’m useless on the dance floor. Besides, I’ve had enough to drink to keep me in this seat.”
“Oh, that’s a load of bull. I’ve seen you dance after a few. Come on, please?”
“You’re lucky you’re so adorable,” I mutter.
I groan as she stands and tugs at my hand. Being that I can’t deny her anything, I go with her. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club blares through the speakers.
Lynn pulls me to the center of the dance floor. I’ve always admired her and Brooke’s eclectic taste in music—they love some of everything. Having enough alcohol in my system to loosen up, I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her into my body as we move to the edgy music.
“All right now,” she croons as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I take her lips and kiss her deeply. She pushes her hands in my hair and laces her fingers in my locks. I devour her mouth and pull her into my body.
I’m growing hard in my jeans. I release her lips and move to her neck to lick and suck at her sweaty skin. I’m so turned on by her scent and the flavor of her skin, I can’t help myself from grabbing hold of her ass over the tight jeans she changed into for tonight.
“Trev?” she pants.
I pull away and look into her eyes. The lust I see looking back at me sends my pulse racing. It’s as I look at her, I realize the music has changed. They’ve switched from the alternative tunes and Snoop Dogg’s “Beautiful” is now playing.
I go to beg off, but she turns in my hold and wraps my arms around her tightly as she gyrates her ass against my growing erection. With her heels on, her ass fits into me perfectly.