Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“I don’t know!” He threw his hands into the air. “I’m just saying. I haven’t heard him talk nonstop about a woman since his wife passed away. Even though he’s talking about your sister with implied annoyance, it’s still talking. I don’t know. Guess your sister calling him a helicopter asshole really got to him.”
“Oh, well, now I have to tell Octavia this.”
“You better not!” Deke shouted, reeling me in with an arm around the shoulders. “I could be way off. I don’t know what really goes on inside that dude’s head.”
“So I shouldn’t say anything?” I asked, trying hard not to think about how warm his body was next to mine, the safe feeling I got with just his arm over my shoulders.
“Nah. That’s my boy. I don’t want his business getting out unless he wants it out.”
“Okay.” My head bobbed. “I respect that. I’ll keep it quiet for now.” But for how long? Because seriously, Octavia was my sister and my best friend. I told her pretty much everything.
The last thing I wanted was for Javier to feel some type of way because his best friend assumed he liked my sister, though. For all we knew, Javier really was annoyed by what Octavia said and was taking it to heart. That, or he was supersensitive.
“This is me,” I said, gesturing to the white BMW a couple of steps away. I lowered the strap of my purse from my shoulder to dig my car key out and moved to the driver’s door. “Thank you for brunch, Deke. This place was beautiful.”
“Glad you liked it.” He scanned my face, moving in closer. “When do I get to see you again?”
My back pressed against the cool metal of the vehicle. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“Our schedules. But you’re the big shot. You sure you’ll have time to squeeze me in?” I teased.
“Oh, I’ll make the time,” he insisted with a crooked smile. “But I do have some commercial shoots here and there—oh, and a feature in this sitcom.”
“A sitcom? Now that’s interesting.”
“Yeah, I’m the guy the main dude bumps into and he’s all ‘Holy shit, you’re Deke Bishop!’” Deke waved a hand. “Super-small role. I’m technically not supposed to talk about it yet.” He pretended to zip his lips.
I giggled. “You’ll be pretty busy then.”
“Other than that and some intense training coming up, it shouldn’t be too bad. Season starts in a couple months. My coach and trainer are cracking down on me, but you’re only a few hours away.” He paused, studying my face. “You should come to one of my games.”
I peered up at him from beneath my lashes. “Maybe one day.”
He paused. “Don’t look at me like that, D.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to fuck you against this car.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as he pressed a hand to the side of the car and caged me in from one side.
“Take a trip with me soon.”
That caught me off guard, and I half laughed, half blurted the word “What?”
“A trip. Just you and me. Let’s take one before my training camp starts.”
I swallowed. “That sounds . . . intimate.”
“I know.” The corner of his lip quirked up. “That’s the point.”
“But we haven’t even done the fuck-buddy part yet.”
“By the time we take that trip, we’ll have fucked plenty of times, D.” He dropped his forehead, and the tip of his nose grazed mine. “The trip is just to sweeten the deal, proof that this isn’t a one-and-done thing.”
“Hmm.” I lowered my eyes to the chains dangling from his neck, twinkling in the light. “Can I think about it?”
He gripped my chin in his fingers and raised it to place a slow, gentle kiss on my lips. I wasn’t expecting it and shouldn’t have been so surprised when that clench between my thighs transitioned to a hungry throb.
“Sure, you can.” He kissed me again slowly, sweetly, and heat blossomed in my lower belly just as an unexpected moan filled my throat. “But don’t think too long.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll miss out,” he murmured, skimming the hand that wasn’t on the car down my waist.
“On what?” I tempted him. I shouldn’t have tempted him. I of all people knew better, especially after last time.
“All the things I wanna do to you,” he answered.
He lowered his head so his mouth was near the bend of my neck. His palm skated down to my thigh, then traveled beneath the hem of my dress. In a delicate manner, his fingers tiptoed their way up to trace the fabric of my panties.
He leaned back just a bit to connect those heated brown eyes with mine, and his fingers traced my panties as I fought another moan.
“What exactly do you want to do to me?” I breathed, responding to his statement.
“Better if I show you.” His mouth twitched, and he lifted his large hand higher, hiking my dress up and digging into my panties to cup my pussy. I moaned. “Mmm. Looks like somebody did a little upkeep,” he said with a crooked grin.