Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Isn’t that a punch to the gut? I thought Remy was just trying to talk me out of the show when he brought that up, but it’s obviously bothering him if he talked to Molly about that aspect. “I’ve been careful what information I’ve given them.” No matter how much I think I’ve concealed, these people aren’t dumb. If they want to dig and find dirt, it won’t be hard. “Didn’t mention my mom’s issues. Not sure they can access my juvenile records. But if they do, there might be info in there about her.” I shrug. “That’s the only thing they could really use against me. I mean, the underground fights…that’s kind of the reason they want me on the show, so it’d be dumb if they made a big deal out of it. The betting on the fights—it’s not like that’s a shock. Dex warned me not to mention the MC, but why would that ever come up, you know? I’m not in the habit of dropping names for clout.”
“Keep your head down. Be friendly but don’t think you’re going to bond with any of the other guys.” Her voice drops into something low and cold-blooded—very unlike my usually sweet Molly. “The minute you do, they’ll probably stab you in the back.”
I stare at her.
“What?” She lifts her shoulders. “If you’re doing this, you need a strategy.”
“Thank you.” I swallow hard. “For understanding.”
“I’m still…upset.” She meets my eyes, and fuck if there’s not a ruthless edge to her baby blues I’ve never seen before. What’s happening here? “But if we have to spend our first summer as a couple apart, you better win this thing.”
“First of many, many summers, baby.” I tug on her leg. “Come here.”
She carefully shifts away from her corner of the couch and when she’s close enough, I drag her into my lap.
Mistake. My body responds immediately to having her snuggled so close. She turns so she’s straddling me and rests her hands on my shoulders. “Is this better?”
I groan and slide down a little, taking some of the pressure off my balls. “Yes and no.”
“Thank you for such a great prom last night.” She drills me with an intense stare. “I really did have a good time. I’m so happy you went with me.”
“I loved every minute I spent with you.” I trace my finger over her cheek. “Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?”
Her cheeks push into a smile, and she leans into my hand. “You mentioned it.”
“Prettiest girl in the room.”
“I don’t know about—”
“I can’t even remember what anyone else was wearing. Just you.”
A happy sigh passes her lips.
I jerk forward and press my mouth to hers. My hand cradles the back of her head, dragging her closer.
She sighs a whispery breath and falls against my chest. Our tongues meet and slide against each other. She tastes spicy from the chicken with a hint of her sweetness.
“Oh.” She pulls away and covers her mouth. “Do I reek of onions?”
“Fuck no. Get back here.” I cup her face and smash my mouth against hers.
She laughs softly, and I swallow each little sound like the greedy fucker I am.
“Griff.” She moans and wriggles against me. Her hips start that slow, maddening roll she does when she’s in my lap.
Fuck. This time we’re alone. In my apartment. My bedroom’s only a few feet away. I slide my hands under her butt and plant my feet to lift us off the couch.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
What the fuck?
Molly’s so into kissing me, she doesn’t seem to hear the knocking at my door. Maybe I’ll follow her lead and ignore it too.
“Griff? Honey, it’s me.” My mother’s pleading voice filters through the door. The artificial motherly tone should be an immediate boner killer, but Molly’s still grinding in my lap.
I yank my head back, breaking our kiss. “She can see my car in the parking lot.” I groan and sit straighter. “I’m sorry.”
She braces herself with her hands on my shoulders and slides out of my lap. Her gaze fixes on the boner turning my shorts into a damn circus tent. Having her eyes on my dick isn’t resolving the situation.
“Uh.” She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip.
Not helping, baby.
“Griff?” Bang. Bang. Bang.
Molly frowns. Her desperate eyes ping around the room like she’s looking for an escape route.
Of all the motherfuckin’ times for Tanya Royal to show up.
“I’ll get the door,” Molly offers, even though it’s clear she’d rather go hide under my bed than deal with my mother. “You go…” She gestures toward my bedroom. “Take care of that.”
“Thanks.” I jump off the couch and pop a quick kiss on her cheek.
Molly
Griff’s mom. The last person in the world I want to see or talk to. Especially when Griff and I were in the middle of such an amazing moment.