Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Is Luca here?” I ask them, holding my shirt down my legs.
Nothing. No side-eye. No go fuck yourself. Just silence.
“Thanks,” I mumble and walk down the hall. I’m about to go outside to see if his car is here when I hear voices coming from his office. The same one where I thought he fucked the blonde in. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and open the door.
I pause the moment I step inside. Luca sits behind his desk in a three-piece suit, his arms folded over his chest. And Bones is pacing back and forth.
“This is—”
“Haven,” Luca interrupts him, and Bones comes to a stop. His head snaps up, and his eyes narrow on me.
I know Luca did that so I wouldn’t get any information on their conversation, and it pisses me off.
“What are you doing in here?” he asks with a growl.
It’s the same question he asked me last night when he found me at his desk. As if I’m not allowed. Like it’s forbidden.
Ignoring him, I look at Bones, and he’s glaring down at me. He’s changed so much since college. He didn’t have any tattoos back then, and now he’s covered in them. Well, that’s not true. I did see a tattoo on him. Once.
I stumble down the hallway, my arm locked with Emilee’s. She laughs as her Sprite and vodka spills over the rim of her cup. “Where is … Jasmine?” She hiccups.
Placing my free hand on the wall to help guide us, I answer. “She’s with Trenton.”
She snorts loudly. “Thought we hated him.”
“We did. Yesterday. He apologized to her after we slit his tires.” I laugh, entering the living room and looking around aimlessly. “Where are the guys?”
It’s Saturday night. The boys had a baseball game today. They won, like always, and they decided to throw a party to celebrate at Bones and Grave’s father’s house. Even for the place being a mansion, it’s crowded with kids from the college.
“I was standing in the kitchen when Luca came and got Bones.” She hiccups again. “Think he took him to the game room.”
I reach over, take her drink from her hand, and down it. Only a few drops hit my shirt. “Let’s go look.”
It takes us longer than usual to make our way up the staircase and down the long hall that leads to the game room at the end.
I turn the knob and shove it open. We both go stumbling into the room. She giggles, and I say a few choice cuss words, trying to get my sluggish legs to keep myself standing. Looking up, I see Bones leaning back against the pool table, his arms crossed over his chest. Luca stands before him, his hands in the front pockets of his dark-fitted jeans.
Our abrupt entrance catches their attention, and whatever they were discussing comes to an end.
“What are you guys doing up here?” I ask, shutting the door with my foot and untangling my arm from Emilee.
“Talking business,” Bones’s answer is clipped as his eyes move from mine to hers.
I frown. “Business?”
“Well, now it’s time to party,” Emilee says, stumbling over to him like Bambi. He uncrosses his arms and catches her as she falls against his chest.
“Wanna party, do you?” he asks, looking down at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Luca comes to stand behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him, letting him support my drunk ass.
“Yep.” She giggles, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt. She lifts it up and over her head.
Ohhh.
I watch with complete fascination, staring at my best friend. Her long dark hair lifts with the fabric before falling to cover her back.
His eyes drop to her chest, and his hands grip her hips. “We’ll have an audience, Em.”
Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra before removing the straps from each shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
My body heats up at the thought. Luca and I aren’t shy in the bedroom, but no one has ever watched us. And we’ve never watched someone else before either. Not besides a few porn videos.
He arches a brow, just realizing something that they both already knew, but says, “No. It wouldn’t be.”
Luca’s right hand comes up and pulls my hair back, exposing my bare shoulder to him since I’m in a tube top. My breath hitches when I feel his lips on my bare skin.
“Are you gonna stop me?” she asks him, lowering her hands to the button on his jeans.
“No,” he answers roughly.
She undoes the second button, then the third. She goes down to her knees, yanking his jeans down his thighs. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. I know I shouldn’t look at him, not with Luca standing behind me, but he’s not stopping me. He’s not pulling me away. Instead, he tangles his hand in my hair and gently tugs my head to the side as his lips trail up and down my neck.