Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“They’ve got more than money.”
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, and I don’t rightfully care. I have one objective tonight—to get him to confess to spiking that punch—and then Callie and I can collect the Steels’ reward.
Finally, he finishes his Coke. By the time we drive back to the parking lot Callie and I decided on, the Benadryl will begin to kick in. I need to work quickly.
I roll into the parking lot and snag a space. I grab my phone. Callie’s number is already queued up, so I can tap a single button without Pat knowing.
In the back of the van, a mattress waits for us. Time to go to work.
“You want to get in the back?” I ask.
“Hell, yeah!” In mere seconds, Pat has leaped over the cooler and is on the mattress, waiting.
So that was easy. I place the call and then join Pat on the mattress, where I set my phone on top of the cooler. Pat is so involved in trying to get laid that he doesn’t notice. Everything’s going as planned. Now if I can get through the next fifteen to twenty minutes without vomiting…
“Not too many cars here tonight,” I say.
“Just as well.” Pat turns to me, meets my gaze. “No one to bother us.”
I smile. A big one, despite wanting to gag. This is the biggest acting challenge of my life. “I know. I’ve been looking forward to this.” I rake my gaze over Pat. “God, you look hot.”
“Not as hot as you, baby.”
“Tell me something,” I say.
“What?”
Big smile again, and I raise my eyebrows, lick my bottom lip. “I’m dying to find out what was in that hairy buffalo homecoming night. I’ve never had such an amazing high.”
He shrugs. “Probably just some Everclear.”
Sorry, Lamone. You’re going to have to do better.
This time I bite my lower lip and then curve both lips into a sly smile. “No, it was more than that. I’ve drunk my share of Everclear.”
He narrows his eyes. “God, you’re fucking hot.”
“So are you.” I giggle—the kind of cheerleader giggle that I know will turn him on. I try not to hate myself for it.
Then I move toward him, brush my lips over his.
And try not to hurl.
He grabs me, runs his tongue over my lips, and…
I open. I open for his kiss.
Mind over matter, Rory. Just do it.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth, and for a moment, I wonder if he can taste my tonsils. Is this how he kisses? Or is he just kissing me this way? So he can go tell his juvenile friends that he shoved his tongue down Rory Pike’s throat?
Doesn’t matter. None of it matters. This is an acting job, nothing more.
Then his hand… He’s groping one of my breasts. I knew it would happen. I knew it…still…I feel so cheap. So used.
But I’m here to do a job. I resist the instinct to brush his hand away. He squeezes. Hard. Does he really think that feels good to me? A moan escapes his throat. Then a louder one. A full-fledged groan.
I force myself to sigh softly, to make him believe I’m enjoying myself. A few more minutes pass, and then his kiss gets noticeably less forceful. I take the chance to pull away and inhale.
“Getting tired?” I ask.
“A little. But believe me, I have enough energy to make you happy.” Pat yawns.
Nice. The Benadryl is working. Except now I have a window of about five to ten minutes to get him to admit to spiking the hairy buffalo.
Pat is gazing at me—well, not at me, exactly. Rather at my chest.
I smile again. “You can’t stop looking at my tits, can you?”
“Baby, no one can stop looking at your tits.”
“Here.” I take both his hands, place them on my breasts.
Yeah, I really should get a freaking Academy Award for this.
He squeezes them again. Hard. “I want to suck on them, baby. I want to pinch them until they’re red.”
“Easy. We’ll get there, stud.”
Pat closes his eyes, continues squeezing, but then the pressure of his hands lessens.
I pull him into a lying position. “Come on. Lie down here with me.”
He yawns again and then turns to face me.
I touch his cheek. “I wish I knew who spiked the punch. Then I could find out what they put in it. Get some more of that for myself.”
He smiles lazily. “I can get you some stuff.”
I trail my finger over his chest to his abdomen, coming perilously close to the bulge beneath his jeans. I hope I don’t have to go there, but if I have to, I will.
“Can you? Wow, that would be great. So you know what was in the punch, then?”
“Sure, I do, baby. After all, I’m the one who fucking spiked it.”
Okay, he earned it. I grab the bulge. “You did that? How?”