Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I stared at Nora for a moment. I didn’t believe for one second I was in a position to break Drew’s heart...
“Oh my God.” She groaned. “If Drew ends up like all your other cast-offs, crying in a bathroom over your shitty ass, I will cut you myself.” She gave me one final stare down, then sauntered off.
If there were girls in the Dayton restrooms shedding tears over me, that was due to their own ridiculous assumptions. Because I had never given a girl reason to believe they meant anything.
Drew, on the other hand, was quickly becoming everything to me, and there was no way in hell I’d give her a reason to cry.
I shouldered through the crowd and outside to the deck.
One of the underclassmen, hoisted himself onto the railing, butt-ass naked. His foot hit one of the concrete planters. It toppled to the pavement below and shattered before he cannonballed into the pool on a scream.
Kids from Dayton wouldn’t consider something a party unless shit was broken and something had been set on fire. Drew’s house was going to be trashed before the end of the night.
A chorus of cheers erupted from the side of the porch, catching my attention. People raised their cups above their heads as Drew climbed onto the patio table in a skin-tight, red dress, the low-cut neckline barely covering her nipples.
She lifted a bottle of liquor above her head while her hips moved in beat with the music. When the chorus picked up, she busted out moves that would have put a Vegas Showgirl to shame.
I shifted through the crowd, anger sparking in my chest at the few guys staring a little too hard at her.
Drew shimmied to the left and one side of the table bucked up, throwing her off, and right into the arms of a Dayton football player. I wanted to kill him. I shoved people out of the way and grabbed her arm, snatching her away from him.
“The fuck are you doing?” I said, glaring at him.
He held up his hands, waving an invisible white flag, before he quickly disappeared amongst the other party-goers.
“Bellamy! You’re here.” Drew stroked my face with sloppy movements. She was shit faced. On her birthday. That I had a feeling her dad had forgotten.
This probably wasn’t going to end well.
“Yeah. Thanks for the invite.”
“I told Nora to invite everyone.”
“I’m not Nora’s--” And I stopped before the word boyfriend came out.
“Don’t be sad.” She swayed on her feet, then tipped her bottle back with a slosh.
I took the liquor, holding it up to the porch light. The damn thing was almost empty. “I think you’ve had enough.” Shaking her ass with her tits out. She’d absolutely had more than enough.
She gave me a once over while chewing at her lip. “I really haven’t had enough of you.” Then she grabbed my shirt and yanked me close. “Wanna come fuck me on my dad’s desk?”
The idea of pounding away at her on her dad’s desk would be impossible to turn down--if she weren’t drunk.
She laced her fingers through mine and led me into the house, straight through the crowded kitchen and into his office.
She closed the door and I stared at the paper-covered desk at the back of the room, my dick swelling at the idea of bending her over it.
The lock clicked. Her dress clung to every dip and curve as she crossed the room, and that bright red lipstick just begged to be smeared. And even though I’d never been so attracted to a girl in my life, I could not screw her while she was this drunk, and if she touched me…
She moved closer. “You look hot.”
“And you look drunk.”
Then she shoved me hard enough that I stumbled back onto the desk. “Not that drunk,” she said, placing her hands on either side of my thighs as she climbed up and straddled me.
“Drew…”
The friction of her grinding against me was too damn much to stand.
She nipped at my ear, then whispered, “I want your dick in my pussy.”
Those words went straight to my dick, like an adrenaline shot, and when she fisted my hair, a switch flipped. I couldn’t not touch her any longer.
I gripped her bare thighs and stood, wrapping her legs wrapping around me. The heat of her bled through my jeans and I was two seconds away from losing the last bit of control I was somehow clinging to.
“Say it,” she breathed, her lips at my throat as she tugged my hair. “Ask me if I’m wet for you.”
This shit was just too much. I turned around and slammed her onto the desk. “I know you fucking are.”
Papers crumpled, stacks of files toppled to the floor. And then it was nothing but hands in hair and her fingers fumbling for my belt.