Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Did Amy not want to come with us?” I ask, my eyes on him.
His Aviators hide his eyes, but I can tell he’s tense about the question. “She wasn’t invited.”
“Oh.”
He reaches forward and turns down the music. “I told her I wanted to focus on you. We’ve been through some shit, Ry. I just think we deserve this time to work through things.”
Emotion clogs my throat. All I can do is nod. “Thank you for doing this.”
He flashes me a brilliant smile that makes my heart rate pick up. “We’re going to have fun.”
Happiness blooms inside of me like a sweet-smelling rose. I admire this new bloom as we cruise the road singing along to songs. Two hours pass quickly and soon we’re loading our gear into a raft. I wanted a canoe because they look badass, but Hudson asked me to trust him.
And since I do, I agreed to do the raft instead.
After watching three different couples capsize in their canoes while we cruise on past, I’m glad I listened. Hudson and I have been able to just sit back and enjoy the ride.
“It’s hot today,” I complain, but I refuse to take off my tank top. Now that Hudson has pointed out how skinny he thinks I am, I’m self-conscious to be seen in a swimsuit.
“Here, let me help you cool off.” He smirks before leaning over the side and scooping up cold river water into his hand. I scream when he hurtles a whole handful at me, soaking my shirt. Yanking off my sunglasses, I swipe at the water on my face with the back of my hand.
“Asshole,” I bite out.
He laughs and then sits up before peeling off his T-shirt. I quickly put my sunglasses back on so I don’t get caught appreciating his physique. Baseball has been good to him. He plays third base and his shoulders are broad. His biceps are large and defined. And abs. Hudson has countable abs. Unaware of my staring, he sits up on his knees and uses the paddle to guide us over to a sandy bank. His ass is defined too and his navy-blue trunks hang low enough that I can see a sliver of his ass crack. When we near the beachy area, he climbs out and splashes into the water before dragging the raft with me and all our gear in it onto the beach as if it weighs nothing.
“We can rest here and eat. And swim since you’re so hot,” he teases. He places his hands on his tapered hips and stares downstream. I sneak in a peek at his V. The trail of hair from his belly button that disappears into his trunks is fascinating and beautiful. The outline of is cock is thick and proud in his trunks. It’s not erect, but it’s big.
“Swim first or eat first?” His jaw clenches and I know I’ve been caught staring.
Heat floods through me, making me blush. “Swim.” I definitely need to cool off because I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.
Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.
He saunters past me, tossing his glasses into the raft, and wades out into the river. Then, he turns and stares back at me, his glittering green eyes on full display. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
To grow boobs and hips and thighs.
“Don’t watch me,” I grumble.
He laughs but turns away. I quickly peel off my tank and shorts, leaving me in a simple orange bikini. I lose my sunglasses too and head his way. With my arms covering as much as I can, I run past him into the icy water. I screech and stop when I’m waist deep.
“It’s too cold!” I cry out. “Why are we here?”
“You have to get your whole body wet. You’ll get used to it.”
“Fuck no,” I argue, but it’s too late. His strong arm sweeps around my waist and he carries me deep. It’s so cold. “Asshole!”
Then he plunges us under the surface. I thrash to the top and sputter out a bunch of curse words. He flicks his head, sending his brown hair whipping back, and he grins at me. Cute and boyish and sweet. Not at all like a person who just tried to drown me.
“Careful,” he warns. “Don’t go out too far. The current is strong.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me until we can both touch the rocky bottom. His other hand grips my waist when I wobble, but he doesn’t let go. Not that I want him to. The heat from his fingers warms me.
“How’s baseball?” I ask, leaning closer to him.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Coach Brass has given me lots of time to get my head on straight, but I think his patience is wearing thin. I struck out twice last game.” His brows pull into a frown. “Without Mom and Dad coming to the games, I don’t…I just don’t enjoy it much.”