Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Sorry,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “What’s your name?”
“Morgan,” I answered. “You?”
“Rich.”
“Nice to meet you, Rich,” I said as we moved to the slow song that was playing. His hand drifted a little more down my back, but I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not.
“Are you in the frat?” I asked.
“No, my best friend is, though.”
I nodded.
“Are you in a sorority?”
“God, no!” I blurted out. “Not that there’s anything wrong with them. That’s just not my scene.”
It was his turn to nod.
“You look familiar to me,” he said. “I wonder if we’re in any classes together.”
Looking up at him with a bit of a flirtatious grin, I replied, “I couldn’t tell you since I can’t see what you look like.”
“Tell me you don’t like the mystery of it.”
“It is pretty neat,” I said, laughing somewhat nervously. He was for sure moving his hand down.
“Can I kiss you, Morgan?”
Okay, that was a first. Guys didn’t usually ask—they just dove in.
“Um…”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I shook my head as a memory of Ryan holding me while we danced resurfaced in my mind.
“Then what harm is one little kiss?”
I licked my bottom lip and noticed how he reacted to it. Pressing my mouth into a tight line, I looked around. The place was packed with people. What would the harm be? If I thought about it, I freaking deserved a kiss for staying at this stupid party for as long as I had. If a guy pinched my ass one more time, I was going to scream.
“I guess one kiss would be harmless.”
He smiled, and I couldn’t help but notice his perfectly straight teeth. I suddenly wanted to know what Rich looked like.
I reached up onto my toes, and he leaned down. The kiss was soft at first. Nice. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened to him. When his tongue touched mine, I could taste beer and peppermint. Gum, maybe?
He moaned and deepened the kiss. At least one of us was getting something from it because I felt nothing. He was a good kisser, but still…nothing.
When he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against his body, I gasped at the feel of his hard erection. I put my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could.
“Stop!”
A few people turned and looked at us, and he stepped back and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
Wiping my mouth, I exhaled. “Listen, I’m not interested in anything.”
“You kissed me, though.”
Frowning, I said, “That doesn’t mean I want to go any further with you.”
Taking a step closer, he leaned down. “Are you sure, Morgan? Because I really, really want to f—”
“Found her!” Krista said as she pushed between me and Rich. My eyes were wide with horror because I was pretty sure he’d been about to say that he wanted to fuck me.
“Great, let’s go,” I said as I grabbed Krista and Heather’s hands and practically ran from the party.
“What was that about?” Krista asked when we got outside.
I dragged in a few deep breaths. “Christ,” I said. “I hate men. The guy asked me to kiss him. I thought it would be harmless, but I swear he wanted to take me right there on the dance floor.”
Krista rolled her eyes. “Men are pigs, especially when they’ve been drinking.”
I looked at Heather. “Where were you?”
She blushed and looked away.
Krista scoffed. “About to have a threesome with two guys.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
Heather laughed. “Just because some of us are saving ourselves doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t play and have fun.”
“You’re either going to end up pregnant, or with some STD,” Krista said as we hooked arms and started to walk down the street toward my car.
“There’s something called a condom, Krista. You should try one,” Heather said. “You need a good pounding to jolt you out of your virtue.”
A strange feeling crept up my neck as I glanced over my shoulder and back at the party. My eyes scanned the outside and porch, but thankfully, I didn’t see the skeleton ringmaster guy.
Facing forward again, I shook off the feeling and counted down the days until I got to go home and see my family.
And Ryan.
Ringmaster
I watched her walk away with her two friends. My mouth still tasted of her. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. The sting of her rejection burned, but I needed to remind myself that she wasn’t like her whore of a friend, Heather. Morgan was a good girl.
And good girls were always worth the wait.