Bad Habit Read Online Charleigh Rose (Bad Love #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bad Love Series by Charleigh Rose
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Usually, that would be a hard pass. But the Jacuzzi is big, and they’re only taking up one side. Plus, any excuse to see Briar in a bikini has my vote. I look at her to see what she thinks, and she shrugs, as if to say might as well.

I lead her up to my room, tossing our bags onto my bed.

“I really love it here,” she says, taking in the plain walls and minimal furniture. Just a bed, a dresser, and a TV.

“It’s not much, but living in this environment, you don’t need much else.”

“I can see that,” she says, plucking her bathing suit out of her bag. This time, it’s plain black.

“Well?” she asks, lifting a brow.

“Well, what?”

“Aren’t you going to turn around?”

“Fuck no.”

Briar giggles, and surprises me by dropping her shorts and underwear. Next is her tank top and her bra. She’s standing in front of me, completely naked, and I gulp at the sight. Tiny waist, curvy hips, flat stomach. Her light blonde hair falls over her perfect little tits.

I take a step toward her, but she holds up a palm.

“Nuh-uh,” she says, already reading my intentions. “That can wait. Your friends are waiting.”

“Fuck my friends. You’re naked.”

“I told you to turn around,” she teases, pulling her bottoms up her toned legs. “Later.”

“Fine.”

We both finish getting dressed and join everyone in the hot tub. They all love Briar, and I’m not surprised. The girl could make friends with a brick wall. Even Dare seems to like her, which is saying a lot. He only tolerates most people.

Eventually, they move the party to the fire pit a few feet away. Briar’s on my lap, and I squeeze her thigh, letting her know I want to hang back. Once we’re alone, she turns to straddle my lap.

“Thanks for bringing me here.”

I nip at her lip and grip her ass, pulling her into me. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and I know she feels it when she flexes her hips toward me on a gasp.

“Can you be quiet?” I ask, tossing a look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is watching.

“Asher…”

“Yes or no?” I ask, pulling my cock out of my swim shorts, and it bobs between us.

Briar reaches down to pull her bikini bottoms to the side before sinking down onto me.

“I can try.”

“That’s my girl.”

Chapter 12

Briar

It’s been a few weeks since Asher brought me to River’s Edge. Something shifted that day, or maybe the night of the gala, but things have been different. Good different. After we finished in the hot tub, he brought me up to his room and we showered together before calling it a night. We had to leave the next morning, before people started wondering where we were, and I was surprisingly sad to go. And if I wasn’t mistaken, I could’ve sworn that Asher looked a little disappointed to leave Dare’s, too.

Dare. That man. He’s equal parts intimidating and beautiful. Jet-black hair peeking out from under his beanie and striking blue eyes. Both of his arms were covered with vibrant, intricate art, and his eyebrows were cinched together in a perpetual scowl. He was the broodier version of Asher, and that’s saying a lot.

Asher was quiet on the way home, but so was I. I think we were both contemplating what our futures held. The deeper we fell, the harder it was to hide. So, tonight, when I got a text from Ash earlier, saying he wanted to talk, it was just vague enough to worry me. I can’t help but think he already has one foot out the door. That our secret is already taking its toll.

My dirty black Vans struggle to keep up with Natalia’s nude pumps as she quite literally drags me toward the music blaring from the two-story house that’s only a few minutes’ walk from the university. Of course, Adrian’s spoiled ass wouldn’t even entertain the idea of staying at the dorms. Unless they were co-ed. He’s going on his fourth year of college, and I’m convinced he’s only here for the parties and fresh meat. It took a fair amount of time convincing me to come, so there’s a good chance that we’re the only sober ones. And judging by the two chicks that are trying to lift their friend, who is doing a fantastic impression of a limp noodle off the lawn, I’d say that’s a safe assumption.

I wasn’t going to come tonight. Wasn’t in the mood after receiving that text, but Nat insisted she needed a wingman. Apparently, she and Adrian have some kind of bet going on, so, she went full-on predatory female tonight. With her incredibly tight, incredibly short, black bandage dress from her mom’s boutique, you’d think she was hitting up the Las Vegas strip instead of a college party. Her dark red, messy hair is tussled in that perfectly imperfect kind of way. Adrian doesn’t stand a chance. Me, on the other hand? I’m wearing black jean shorts, a black tank, and a flannel. Her pursed lips told me that she wasn’t happy with what I chose to wear, but she knew better than to argue once I agreed to come if she wanted a wingman.



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