Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
But the chime of my phone told me that Lottie was already getting antsy.
“Right,” I said, trying to pull myself together, but I felt frayed all apart at the edges.
Finn stepped back, then reached to pull the door open for me.
But when I managed to pull myself together enough to move into that open space and onto his porch, as I turned back to say goodbye, he lifted his fingers to his lips and slipped them into his mouth.
“Have a nice dinner,” he said after, then closed the door.
I swear my legs felt like fucking jelly as I walked back to my car.
I tried to focus on my sister all through dinner to no avail. I tried to think of anything else as I drove home, and went through my evening routine.
No luck.
Hell, he was even on my mind when I was dead asleep.
Right before the sound of shattering glass had me shooting up in bed.
CHAPTER NINE
Finn
I went to the club because if I didn’t, I would have driven over to her house and waited for her to get home.
And while I was perfectly comfortable with my obvious attraction to her, I didn’t want to come off too needy, too desperate.
No one liked that.
Let alone a woman like Lexy.
I had a feeling this shit between us, it might actually be going somewhere. But it couldn’t continue to do that if her antisocial ass suddenly felt smothered.
And since I was only going to stew on my feelings at home, to the club I went.
Unsurprisingly, the place was packed yet again. I had no fucking idea where Sully, Nave, and Callow found this endless rotation of women, but I rarely saw familiar faces more than once or twice a month.
“What’s the matter?” I asked as I walked in to find the guys staring at the pool table that was covered with a sheet of wood stored in the garage, so they could set up a beer pong game.
“Listen to this shit,” Callum said, nodding toward one of the girls—lots of pretty, but I didn’t feel a single hint of interest. “Tell him.”
“We’re filling the cups with water,” she said, shaking her head.
“Water? Isn’t it beer pong?” I asked.
“The cups on the side,” Sully said, waving toward a row of red cups on each side of the table, “are full of beer.”
“But you toss the balls into the water cups,” the girl explained.
“Did you hear that?” Callow asked, looking dumbfounded by this information. “How many years have we been raw-dogging floor-balls when we could have been using water cups?”
“Partying is evolving,” I said, shaking my head.
“Clearly, they are not drinking enough if they are clear-headed enough to come up with these innovative ideas,” Sully declared, grabbing a ball, and eyeing up the girl across from him. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
“I went to UCSB,” the girl said, smiling as she named one of the biggest party schools in the country. “I’m leaving here sober as a judge.”
“Alright. And what’s this?” I asked the crowd gathered in the living space, staring at the TV, as Nave selected a notoriously violent revenge movie.”
“A drinking game, apparently,” Theo, Dezi’s woman, who was sitting on his lap, told me.
“We take a shot each time he murders someone,” Dezi said.
I looked at the TV again, then back at all of them.
“Christ. You’re all gonna die of alcohol poisoning,” I declared as I watched Brooks come in from the garage, carrying two buckets with black bags tied tightly around them.
He dropped them on either side of the table.
“Someone’s gonna be puking,” he told me. “I don’t want to have to wait for these idiots to get sober in the morning to clean it up.”
“Whatever my brother pays you,” I said, slapping a hand on his shoulder, “it’s not enough.”
“I think it would be easier to babysit all of the club kids than these fucking three prospects.”
“Three? Where’s Sutton?” I asked, since the tall Texan was noticeably absent.
“Caught the eye of a girl as she came in. Been in a room since. You partying?” Brooks asked.
“No,” I said, wanting to drive home later to listen to more of my music. And try not to fucking obsess about Lexy. And how fucking perfect her pussy would feel squeezing my cock. “You know what?” I asked, looking at his strained face. “Why don’t you fucking party for a change? I’ll babysit,” I offered, looking around at the club.
Brooks looked at me for a long moment, almost like what I was saying didn’t make any sense. And it struck me that no one had likely ever offered to do his job for him to let him loosen up for a change.
If there was anyone who needed to let his hair down, it was Brooks. He was wound like a fucking top.
“If they get in the pool later…” he said, clearly leaning toward the idea of partying, something that surprised me. I rarely ever saw him have more than a couple beers.