Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Nothing happened to it. Some of us don’t have to work as hard as others. Does your friend have you waiting longer than you want? All in the name of taking it slow? If so, you should respect that about her. But also … that’s probably not a good sign for you. Some other guy’s going to shove you aside and do all the things right that you’re doing wrong.”
Again, I roll my eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turn and leave his office. But just in case he does know, I head straight to June’s apartment to stick my dick in her, like a flag on a new frontier.
When I get to her place, I press the buzzer.
“Hello?” she answers.
“It’s me, Juju.”
She giggles. “Don’t call me that. It sounds weird coming from you. Come on up.”
By the time I reach the top of the stairs, she’s waiting for me with the door open. “Hey—”
I cut her off with a kiss, sealing my mouth firmly to hers. Tongue sliding past her lips. She grips my arms to steady herself as I back her into the apartment and kick the door shut behind us.
A deep noise, another man clearing his throat, pulls me away from her. She gasps for a breath, brown eyes wide with surprise. Behind her, Henna and Bodhi eye us from the sofa.
Fuck my life.
“Still staying out of my daughter’s pants?” her dad asks.
June bites her lips together as if she’s dying to smile but showing restraint. Henna winks at her daughter when June stands in front of me, facing them.
“I, uh …” I rub my eyes. “I’ll come back.”
“No.” June faces me, nose wrinkled.
“Baby, let’s take a walk,” Henna says to Bodhi.
As they pass us, I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, not opening them until I hear the door click shut.
“What a pleasant surprise,” June says with a little giggle.
I open my eyes. “This is not my day.”
“Did things not go well with the Rawlings after your overly candid conversation with Callie this morning?”
“No. Yes. I mean …” I grumble a few words that make little sense as I park my hands on my hips and gaze at the ceiling for a breath. “I want in your pants.”
When I look at June, her lips part into an O. This is not me. I’m cooler than this. If I could just think of June as a one-night stand, I’d have way more confidence. My dick knows what to do. It’s never lacking confidence. But this girl is in my head, and I want her to like me beyond my dick. But the rest of me isn’t as impressive.
As her surprise settles into a big smile and even bigger blush, she starts to unbutton her white blouse.
“Whoa! No.” I grab her hands to stop her. “No. Not now. Your parents just took a walk.”
“They know how long it takes to have sex. I’m sure they’ll give us plenty of time.”
“What?” I shake my head and chuckle while stepping back to keep a safe distance. “No. I’m not having sex with you and then just pretending like nothing happened while they were sightseeing. No way.”
“Take your clothes off,” she says, resuming her unbuttoning.
“Stop.” I continue shaking my head.
“Ally won’t be home for another hour.” She wets her lips.
My gaze sticks to the cleavage above the cups of her light pink bra.
“The Rawlings had a two-year-old grandson who died on their watch.”
June pauses her hands on the last button as she sucks in a sharp breath. Lines of anguish spread across her forehead. “Oh my god,” she whispers.
The guy Rupert was talking about? The one who will shove me aside and give June what she wants? He won’t care if her parents are just walking around the block. And he definitely won’t bring up the tragic death of a child just as June is ready to shrug off her top.
I have an incurable case of dipshitness. And I don’t know if it’s contagious, but I’m pretty sure it’s terminal.
As she buttons her shirt, I slowly mourn the loss of what could have been and grieve the man I once was.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I mumble. “I had the best intentions. A screw-it moment. Chivalry no longer mattered. I just wanted—”
“Flynn, I’m talking about their grandson.”
My gaze shoots to hers. “Oh.” I shake my head. “I don’t know. He didn’t say, and I couldn’t ask.”
“That’s why Callie is so sad,” June says, combing her fingers through her hair.
It should be my fingers in her hair.
“How heartbreaking.” She sits on the end of the sofa with a sad expression.
“Well, uh … that’s it. I just stopped by to kiss you really hard in front of your parents and let you know about their grandson.” I gesture toward the door. “Enjoy your dinner.”