Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Shayne laughs, shaking her head. “And the guy from the hockey team?”
“I actually did hang out with him,” I surprise her by saying.
“And?”
“And he took off his pants before his shirt and all I could think was, he looks like Winnie the Pooh right now. So I left before anything happened.”
“Oh my God.” She throws her head back with a laugh. “You didn’t even get an orgasm out of the deal?”
“I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone other than myself,” I say, correcting her.
“Not even Liam?” she asks, sounding horrified.
“Not even Liam,” I confirm. “There were a couple times that I thought I might—”
I cut off my sentence quickly when I notice that Shayne is looking at someone over the top of my head. I know without turning around that Holden is the one standing there because the universe hates me.
“I could help you out with that,” Holden says, confirming my suspicion. He comes into my line of sight, propping his forearm on the top of Shayne’s head in true annoying big brother fashion.
“Please.” I roll my eyes.
Shayne laughs, not taking his words as anything more than shameless flirting. She’s used to our back and forth by now, and she knows better than anyone that Holden’s a walking, talking sexual innuendo. But the look he’s giving me tells me his offer is a serious one. One I won’t be taking him up on.
“Besides, I thought you were going to be helping Alex tonight,” I remind him, having since learned the girls’ names. The one with green eyes is Alex. Dark hair is Jordan.
He shrugs. “The night is young. I think I can fit you in.”
Shayne sends an elbow into his side, and he recoils. “Don’t be gross,” she says to him before turning to me. “What you need is one of those men.” She gestures toward a group of guys standing in the kitchen near the back door.
“Who are they?” I ask, scanning each one appreciatively.
“Who cares?” She lifts a shoulder. “They’re hot.”
“Fair enough.”
“Not your type,” Holden chimes in, eyes narrowed in their direction.
“And what is her type?” Shayne asks, amused. “Please enlighten me.”
“Preppy douchebags, if her previous boyfriend is anything to go by. Those guys look like they eat babies for fun.”
I glance back at them again. They’re all wearing short-sleeved t-shirts despite the freezing temperature, and two of them have tattoos crawling up their arms, extending all the way up to the neck on one of them. I don’t know how I’d categorize them—some weird mix of snowboarder meets bank robber, but I can’t lie, they’re nice to look at. My mom would hate them, which only makes them more appealing.
“I disagree,” Shayne responds. “Liam was never her type. Those guys are everyone’s type.”
“You wanna tell Thayer you think so, baby sister?”
She rolls her eyes. “We’re not talking about me.”
“Tell Thayer what?” Thayer asks, coming up behind her. He knocks Holden’s arm away before he circles his own around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. With him are Ryan, Alex, and Jordan.
“Little sister’s lusting over the local ski bums.”
“Not true.”
“Better not be.”
“Or what?” she taunts. He doesn’t get to answer because Alex cuts through our little circle, coming to stand right in front of Holden.
“Ryan said you guys have a hot tub?” she asks coyly. “The one here closed at ten. Think we could move this party to your place?”
“Knock yourselves out,” Holden says.
Alex turns back around to face us, and I don’t miss the way she strategically backs her ass up into Holden. “Anyone else up for some jacuzzi action?”
Holden eyes me over the top of her head, daring me to say yes. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, but if I don’t stop this game we’re playing now, things are bound to get messy. And messy is the last thing I need.
“I’ll pass,” I say, noticing the way his brows furrow, as if he’s disappointed in me somehow.
“Same,” Shayne says through a yawn. “I have to get up early to start our Christmas Eve feast.”
“If you guys are going to sleep, we could hang out in our room instead, so we don’t bother you,” Jordan suggests.
“Fuck it. It’s my last night here. Might as well.” Ryan looks over to Holden, his eyebrows arched in question. “You coming?”
I grab our purses from the brown leather chair behind me and finish the last of my drink, purposely avoiding Holden’s gaze.
“Yeah,” I hear him finally say. “I’m in.”
After we Uber back from the lodge, Shayne and Thayer go straight to bed. I try falling asleep, but it’s cold, and my body hurts. Two things that wouldn’t be an issue if I had my heating pad. I’m in a pissy mood, and I tell myself it has nothing to do with the fact that Holden went back to the room with those girls.