Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I chuckled at that. “We have you to thank for that.”
“You’re welcome.” Diego snorted. “Can I go now?”
Can I go now? “No one made you follow me in here.”
“I needed a beer.”
Rolling my eyes, I strolled back out of the room to the couch, cramming myself between my boyfriend and his brother, doing my best to ignore my ex-boyfriend for the rest of the afternoon.
“Where do you want this box marked ‘stuff’?”
I step forward, lifting the lid off to peek at the contents inside.
Bras, underwear, and socks.
“Bedroom.”
It doesn’t take long to get things put away. My dad came to campus with a truck he borrowed from his buddy, taking my couch, coffee table, and mattress home with him, promising my parents would store them in their garage until I decide what to do with them.
Sell them or save them for a new apartment, perhaps?
It doesn’t take long before I’m hugging my dad, kissing him on the cheek, and telling him to drive safe.
“I will, buttercup.”
Buttercup?
That’s a new one.
“And, Dallas, take care of my little girl.”
When Dallas goes to embrace my dad, I can’t help noticing how small my father looks compared to him, how he fits perfectly, wedged under my boyfriend’s armpit.
Whoa.
“I will, sir.”
Sir?
I snicker at that, at the polite way Dallas has treated my dad the couple hours he’s been here, surprised but also…
Not surprised?
He should be treating my father respectfully, but hearing him call my dad sir was unexpected—and damn adorable.
We walk my dad outside, furniture tied down and sticking out of the bed of the truck.
Hug once more.
Tell him to drive safe once more.
I wave when he drives off, standing at the curb until he’s gone, not sure I’ll see him again until the holiday.
“Alone at last,” Dallas moans playfully into my ear, making me shiver—not because it’s sexy, but because it tickles, whispers in my eardrum.
“Alone?”
Is he joking? Alone, with the twins underfoot?
Drew and Drake are both home—now so more than ever—loving nothing more than hanging out as a foursome to the point where Dallas had to install a lock on his bedroom door.
Our bedroom door.
Ours.
Sounds weird saying it…
Weird but good. The trials of the past have only brought us closer, like they should, and we haven’t had any issues pop up since.
I haven’t seen much of the girls next door, merely glimpses as they scurry to and from. They’ve even chosen to walk a new route rather than pass in front of the house, which is fine by me. Fine by Dallas too since the sight of Tiffany pisses him off more than a lineman talking shit about his mom on the field during a game.
He cannot stand Tiffany and barely tolerates Shannon, Drake’s flavor of the semester for the convenience of having her next door. He keeps her at an arm’s length by enforcing a few rules he insists she follows.
No sleeping over.
Must be gone by ten.
No hanging out in the living room.
There is no way in hell I’d put up with that shit, but I’m not Shannon, so…
“Are you coming upstairs? I want to show you something.” Dallas is already upstairs, head poking out of the bedroom so he can call down to me, scowling at Drew when he appears behind me.
“What?” his brother asks.
“Not you, numb nuts—I’m talking to my girlfriend.”
“What?” I call up with a smile on my face, already starting the climb up the steps.
“It’s a secret something.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that something inside your pants?”
Dallas frowns. “How did you guess?”
He pulls me into his arms when I reach the top, pressing me against the wall beside the bedroom door.
“How did I guess? Because you’re so predictable.”
And he can’t keep his hands off me.
“Get a room!” Drew shouts from the bottom, hands around his mouth so his shouting is louder.
“We have a room.”
“Well, maybe you should go in it.” Drew walks off, and Dallas laughs, taking me by the hands and pulling me into our bedroom.
Kicks the door shut behind him.
Locks it.
I flop down in the center of the bed, hair fanning out around me, waiting for him to follow.
Instead, he stands at the foot of it, looking down at me. “Look at how cute you are.”
“Cute?” I wrinkle my nose.
He moves closer, knees pressing against the mattress, hands making their climb toward me.
“Yes, cute.” He lifts the hem of my tank top so he can kiss my stomach. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Beautiful.”
I blush.
Still blushing after all these months.
“Roomie.”
I reach my arms up over my head in a stretch, which Dallas takes full advantage of.
“Now when I want to go down on you, all I have to do is roll over to your side of the bed and ask permission.”
I nod, preening when his hands slide beneath my tank, fumbling around for the clasp on my bra. It’s in front and he makes short work of the task, breathing out a sigh when he nails it on the first try.