Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Back me up, Riley,” O’Connor says when he catches my eye. “Lemming’s ex. You’d tap that, right?”
“Nah, I like my nose where it is—on my pretty face.”
The dark-haired newbie rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You guys are all pussies.” He strides past and ducks into the showers.
Luko and I exchange a grim look. “Trouble,” our captain murmurs. “Got a lot of growing up to do, that one. Keep an eye on him, will ya?”
Damn. I knew I shouldn’t have accepted that assistant captain patch. Seems like O Captain My Captain is always giving me the shit tasks.
I make my way to the showers, smack Wesley’s ass as I come up beside him, and dunk my head under the hot spray. O’Connor is across the steam-filled space, soaping up his dick and ignoring everyone. I guess he’s pissed that nobody wants to tag-team Lemming’s ex with him. Christ, I hope he doesn’t make a move. Claire and my teammate were together for two years before she left him. Lemming will shit a brick if our newest man-whore puts his grubby hands on her.
“What are we having for din-din tonight?” I ask Wes. One of the perks of being his upstairs neighbor is that I never have to eat alone. All I gotta do is ride the elevator down five floors and I’ve got two willing dinner companions waiting for me.
Well, maybe they’re not always willing. Sometimes they’re reluctant. Sometimes they try to kick me out, but it’s all in good fun. Wes and Jamie would cry buckets if I stopped being their friend.
“You’re on your own tonight,” he tells me. “Canning and I have plans.”
I brighten. “I love plans. Where we going?”
He rinses the shampoo out of his hair, then glances over. “You’re going home,” he says dryly. “And we’re going to play moving men.”
“Sounds kinky.”
He snickers. “I wish. If anything, it’ll be a total pain in the ass. Have you ever tried lugging boxes through one of those supernarrow dormitory hallways?”
“Dormitory?” I wrinkle my forehead as I drag the bar of soap over my body. “What, you friends with a college freshman or something?”
“Sort of. Jess is starting nursing school this week, so—”
“Jess?” I interrupt. “Which Jess is this?” I only know one. But she can’t be in Toronto. I would have sensed a disturbance in the force. A hot, sassy, blond disturbance.
“My favorite sister-in-law.” Wes snorts. “She just got off the waiting list at Toronto Nursing College. Big stuff. She got the call four days ago. Had to sell her car and pack some things into a few cartons, quick-like. It’s a better school than the community college where she was supposed to start next week.”
“Oh. That’s cool,” I hear myself say. But it isn’t really. After the wedding, Jess went full-on Amish and shunned me.
We were totally going to bone down in June. She wanted it. Like, wanted it bad. I made her come so hard she couldn’t move, for fuck’s sake.
And then she bailed on me. Gave me the key to her apartment and never came home that night. I couldn’t stick around the next morning because I had a flight to catch, and my ma would’ve murdered me if I didn’t make it home on time. It was my sister’s birthday. Nobody misses a Riley birthday and lives to tell about it.
I texted Jess from the plane. She didn’t text back. I texted her throughout the summer. She didn’t text back, not even when I sent her the best dick pic ever taken. I experimented with lighting in order to emphasize both length and girth, and she couldn’t be bothered to comment on how great Snake Riley looked?
Wes shuts off the water. “Anyway, we’re gonna grab dinner in Jess’s new neighborhood. I’d invite you, but I’m not sure how long the move will take, and I don’t want you waiting around.”
I can help with the move, I almost say, but I bite my tongue. It’s rare, but sometimes I am able to control my verbal impulses.
Jess obviously doesn’t want me around. Otherwise, she would’ve told me herself that she was moving to Toronto for nursing school.
Whistling to himself, Wes towels off. I shut off the water too. But I’m moving slowly, trying to process this turn of events.
“You have a sister in Toronto, Wesley?” O’Connor says from underneath the towel he’s using to dry his hair. “Is she hot? Can I have her number?”
Wes growls. “Touch Jess and die. You hear me?”
O’Connor chuckles, and the sound climbs up my throat like bile. Somehow, fists are clenched at my sides. Jess and I aren’t together, and we never will be, yet I feel like grinding the newbie into dust just for joking about calling her.
Weird.
Must be time for dinner.
Chapter 9
One Butt Cheek
Jess
I’m freaking out. But who wouldn’t be, right?