Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Farm work means I won’t have to run five miles every morning.” He curls his arm around my shoulders and directs me away from Gabriel like his offer isn’t still on the table. “And I’ll have no issues studying since my tutor includes mathematics in everyday tasks.”
His reply makes me smile. “You absorb more when we’re not exposing your academic brilliance for what it really is.”
“So does that mean what I think it does, Einstein?” His armpit feels more sticky now than it did after his game. “Are we heading south for the week?”
Disregarding everything but my libido, I dip my chin.
“Yeehaw!” Cash gallops several spaces ahead of me. “Then I better get my boots.”
Chapter 25
Cash
After dumping a bag that Vivienne would pack as a carryon onto the back seat of her smelly ride, McKayla slips behind the steering wheel of her old VW bug, then strays her eyes to mine. “Are you sure you want to come, Cash? I emailed a copy of your study plan to Professor Ren in case you’ve changed your mind.”
She’s worried I only offered to help to squash Gabriel’s endeavor to spend one-on-one time with her.
She has no reason to fret.
I would have offered even if he hadn’t.
I almost saw her die, and although the life sparked in her eyes when she rode my crotch to climax, I’m not ready to let her out of my sight just yet.
Yesterday scared the shit out of me. And I’m not solely referencing McKayla lying lifeless at my side. I have so much information to wade through, and what better place to do that than in a far away, nonexistent town many miles from the one that’s caused me so much pain.
College was meant to be my glory days, but it’s given me nothing but an ulcer.
When McKayla’s throat works through a stern swallow, it dawns on me that I didn’t answer her question. “I’m sure, Einstein. I’ve got my boots at the ready.” I tap together the boots Crew gifted me after he spent the summer at a ranch schmoozing the owner’s daughter. “I’m just gonna need to borrow a cowboy hat and a length of straw.”
With a grin, she rolls her eyes before stabbing her key into the ignition and attempting to start her car. I say attempt because the seat is so far back she can’t reach the pedals.
“I had no clue your legs were so disproportioned to the rest of your body—”
“Until you felt every damn inch of my middle leg last night.”
Her flaming red cheeks are as hot as fuck, and it takes everything to remember we’re traveling to help people who mean the world to her. “I was talking about when you drove my car.”
She giggles when I murmur, “Sure… sure, Einstein.”
Desperate for the afternoon breeze to cool the heat roaring through her, she kicks over the engine, then pulls onto the street in just enough time.
MacDouche misses her by a nanosecond, and it makes me as smug as I was when I realized I gave McKayla her first kiss and orgasm in one night.
The remembrance has me desperate to tick off a handful more items from her list before we return to campus. “Do you want to play a game?”
McKayla’s eyes drift from the road that is quickly becoming unclogged to me before she bobs her head.
“Have you ever played padiddle?” I grin when she switches her head bob to a shake. “Anytime you see a car with a busted headlight or taillight, you shout ‘padiddle’ before stopping whatever you’re doing to touch the roof of the car.” A chuckle rumbles up my chest when McKayla arches a brow before cranking her neck to peer at the sky from her roofless ride. “We will touch the visors.” When she nods in agreement, I add, “Last to touch removes an article of clothing.”
Her attention snaps to me so quickly she veers us onto the wrong side of the road. “Hold on, what?”
I could explain in better detail, but she’s cruising up to an old truck with a cracked taillight, meaning I can show her instead. “Padiddle!” I tap the visor extra hard.
“That’s cheating. I didn’t know the rules,” McKayla gabbers out before she succumbs to the leering waggle of my brows. “Are shoes counted as one article of clothing or two?”
A cool breeze puckers my nipples when McKayla pulls her beast down a long dirt driveway. I lost most of my clothes five miles from campus, but the further we traveled, the fewer cars we passed, meaning I’m sitting in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, whereas McKayla has only lost her shoes and socks.
“We’re off the main road now, so all bets are off.”
McKayla almost veers us off the road again when she leans across the cab to stop me from scrummaging for my clothes. “All rules must be stipulated before the commencement of play.” My cock flexes when her eyes rake my body. “Isn’t that what you told me when I removed my first shoe?”