Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Milo goes tumbling with every last person at the party watching him and my breath catches in my throat. If he wasn’t so high and just about finished with his fourth Mudslide, he'd be beside himself with fear, but the alcohol might just do the trick to help him play this off smart.
One second he’s tumbling and the next, he disappears into the indoor portion of the pool with a massive crash. Water spits up around him as everyone watches, some laughing while others gasp, worried that he’s hurt himself, but in true Milo fashion, he comes shooting to the surface with a loud booming laugh. “Fuck me,” he says, his laughs so uncontrollable that I can hardly understand the gibberish that’s coming out of his mouth. “Did you see that shit?”
The whole room starts cheering and not a second later, people start rushing toward him, clothes getting thrown all over the place.
Someone presses the button that opens the room into a huge indoor/outdoor space and suddenly the party has doubled in size. I’m reminded of my first day here when Charles had so proudly shown me this feature of his home and a fondness sweeps over me. The music is turned up and booze flows faster than it has ever flowed before, creating the best party Bellevue Springs has ever seen.
“Wow, I always forget just how big this place is. It's freaking huge,” a familiar voice says, moving in beside me.
I glance across to find Hendrix's warm smile and Jess close by her side. She's looking out at the pool with a red cup in her hand, filled to the brim with who the hell knows what.
“Right,” I say. “I live here and still can't wrap my head around it.”
“Holy shit,'' Jess says, not bothering with a hello as whatever has her attention is clearly far too important. “Who’s that guy in the pool? He is fucking delicious. I could lick him up and down and never get tired of it.”
I hold back a grin. “That’s Milo. He’s my best friend and you know what? He’s newly single and was just telling me how he wants to let loose tonight and get a little crazy. I think you’ve got a shot if you play your cards right.”
Jess’ eyes bug out of her head as she whips around to me, excitement pulsing through her and radiating off her in waves. “Bullshit. Really?”
I nod. “You’re just his type.”
“Hell yeah,” she cheers, throwing back what’s left of her drink and then shoving the empty cup into Hendrix's hands. Her shirt is pulled up over her head revealing a skimpy red bikini that has her tits looking as though they’re worth a million dollars. Her skirt is shimmied down her hips and before we know it, she’s racing for Milo and dropping into the pool right beside him.
The laugh tears out of me as I watch Milo’s reaction to her. She swims right into him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and whispering in his ear with a seductive grin as her legs wrap around his waist. Milo’s eyes flick to mine and the longer he watches me, the darker they get, that is until he decides to play along. He slips his arm around her waist and locks his lips against hers.
“Holy crap,” Hendrix laughs. “They move fast.”
I shake my head, enjoying this way too much. Milo’s had enough to drink that I really don’t think he cares who he kisses. After all, a kiss is a kiss, and no matter where it comes from, it’s nice either way. Besides, this is no doubt helping the whole ‘gay image’ that he’s desperately trying to conceal.
The guys standing around the pool start cheering for Milo as though he’s just one of the boys about to get his dick wet and just like that, he’s saved from their scrutiny and rumors for at least another few months.
Hendrix loops her arms through mine and she starts pulling me out toward the pool. “Okay, don’t get weird with me,” she starts, digging into her purse with a nervous cringe, hoping I’m down for whatever bullshit she wants to get up to, and honestly, there’s not a lot that I’m not down with. “But do you want to get fucked up with me?”
Drix holds out a joint and a laugh pulls from deep within me as I slip my hand into my bra and pull out one of my own. “You’re on.”
We drop down in the grass and watch the party around us as a guy carrying a bottle of vodka strides past. He looks as though he’s already had enough to drink and Hendrix lures him in with a seductive smile. She holds up a finger and indicates for him to come closer and just as she knew it would, it works like a treat.