Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
When she rocked her hips against me, my fist tightened in her hair. I couldn’t think.
I’d just wrapped my hand around her breast, barely brushing my thumb over her nipple, when the back door opened and the noise from the party inside filled the night around us, making Harper jerk away.
“Whoops, sorry,” a woman’s voice said quickly before the door shut again.
I wasn’t even sure who’d seen us because everything outside of the woman in my arms was foggy and muted.
“Oh my god,” Harper muttered, climbing quickly off my lap. “What the fuck did we just do?”
I stood as she backed away, but I was still reeling from that kiss, and I couldn’t figure out why the fuck she’d jumped off me like I was on fire. It wasn’t as if I’d done something she didn’t like. Harper had been an active and eager participant.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended.
“What the fuck?” she repeated, looking anywhere but at me.
Then, without another word, she turned and escaped into the house.
Looking down at my jeans in frustration, I paused before following her. I wasn’t going to chase her with my dick trying to escape through my zipper.
Why the hell had she run off? I was sure we’d been having a good time. Hell, I’d been having a great time. I wasn’t an idiot. I could tell when a woman was into me, and Harper had been all in. Unexpected, sure, but that chemistry couldn’t be faked or mistaken.
I wasn’t sure how in the hell I’d never noticed her before. We’d been spending time together for years, and I’d never once wondered what she looked like naked—which I couldn’t get out of my head now and wasn’t helping to get rid of my problem. She had a goddamn navel ring.
I wanted to know what it looked like.
And thoughts like that were going to keep me on the porch for the rest of the night.
Instead, I tried to think about anything else. The Dyna I’d been working on all week at the garage. The dumpster at my apartment that smelled like death. The little old lady I’d helped at the store last week. The smell of dirty socks. Hangovers.
I finally got rid of the erection, but by the time I let myself back in the house, Harper was gone.
Chapter 3
Harper
I was on a goddamn roll.
Lying on my back in the bed I’d had since I was five, I stared at the ceiling, wondering how in the world I’d fucked up everything in my life in one day.
My cousin was going to kill me.
Everyone was going to hate me.
My stomach churned with nausea as I imagined the looks of disgust I was going to get.
I’d made out with Bas. No, not just made out. I’d been grinding on him. His hand was on my boob.
And beneath the disgust with myself, I was even more ashamed because I couldn’t get the memory of him out of my head. The taste of him, how he’d pulled my hair, the way his hands had gripped my hips.
It had been absolutely incredible. Strip-down-in-public-and-ride-him-like-a-jockey incredible. Make bad decisions, incredible. Still throbbing with arousal hours later, even though I knew that it made me a horrible person, incredible.
The aftermath had almost been worth it. I winced, thinking about the silent treatment Frankie had given me on the ride home. Noel had seen us, and in the minute it had taken me to get back inside, she must’ve said something to my brother and his girlfriend, because Frankie barely looked at me when I asked them to drive me home. The car ride had been awkward and quiet, even though I could tell Gray was trying to act normal.
Frankie wasn’t the type to keep her mouth shut when she was pissed, and I wondered vaguely what my brother had said to her to keep her from ripping me a new one.
I wished I could blame the bad decision on alcohol, but I’d only had a couple drinks.
He’d been laughing and teasing me, and he was so freaking handsome and sweet. I’d never really thought about Bas before. He was a nice guy and fun to be around, but that’s as far as it went. Of course, I’d noticed how good-looking he was—I wasn’t dead—but there were plenty of good-looking men in the world. He was part of the club and hung out with all of my cousins, so I’d never even considered him as a romantic partner.
Okay, I was lying to myself, which was pathetic.
The reason I never considered Bas as anything other than another member of the group was because he’d been mooning over Lou for years. They were practically connected at the hip, and inevitably, if you saw one of them at a party or a family barbecue or whatever, the other wasn’t far behind. He noticeably worshipped the woman, and I didn’t even blame him. Lou was incredibly sweet, nurturing, funny, beautiful—the list went on and on. Hell, if I were into girls, she would’ve been at the top of my list, too.