Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Number fifty-five.
His stick rests across his shoulders as he takes long strides to warm up his legs. His muscular arms hang over the length as he twists his torso back and forth. When he skates past our seats, his gaze locks on mine and electricity snaps and sizzles, lighting my nerve-endings up. My mouth turns cottony as I glance at the message for a second time and conjure up a mental image of the list, wondering which item he has in mind.
Number one (make out at the library) and four (get drunk at a party) have already been checked off. That leaves seven possibilities, since falling in love has been removed. My belly clenches at the idea of skinny dipping with Ryder or worse…
Him giving me an orgasm.
It’s humiliating that he knows something so private about me. He must think I’m such a loser. Although, I’m pretty sure he thought I was a loser way before that. The list has only solidified it.
Ugh.
“Your brother looks good out there,” Dad says, interrupting the whirl of my thoughts.
My gaze touches on Maverick momentarily before drifting back to Ryder. The tiny hairs at the nape of my neck rise when I find his attention still locked on me.
CHAPTER 16
RYDER
I press a hand against the tile wall and allow the hot pulse of water to beat down against my hair, neck, and back. Hooting and hollering surrounds me. Everyone is riding high off the win. It wasn’t an easy one. We had to fight for every goal.
There’s talk of heading out to the bars and getting loaded.
And laid.
Since those two usually go hand in hand.
Especially after a win.
People need to blow off steam.
But that’s not what’s circling through my brain.
All right, that’s not altogether true.
But it’s much too soon to consider having sex with Juliette. After our kiss in the library, it’s been on my mind more and more. Now that I’m finally allowing myself to think about her after years of shutting those thoughts down, I can’t stop. They’re like a runaway train barreling down the tracks.
She’s a temptation I can’t wait to explore.
After the library, I actually went home and jacked off.
Can you believe that?
I haven’t masturbated in years.
Not since I started getting laid on a regular basis.
When you have chicks constantly throwing themselves at you, willing to spread their legs or drop to their knees at your slightest whim, there’s no need to take matters into your own hands, so to speak.
Could I have texted a girl that I’ve messed around with in the past to come over and alleviate matters?
Yup. There were a couple of puck bunnies hanging out at the house the other night that I could have hooked up with but…
I don’t know. The idea of fucking one of them to douse the fire that Juliette stoked to life didn’t do it for me. Here’s a weird little twist—I actually like the slow build of anticipation.
That’s not something I expected.
I’ve been screwing since sophomore year in high school. Once I started, there was no stopping. I’ve had straight-up, no-frills, missionary style sex and then swung to the other side and gotten freaky in bed with two chicks who had enough tricks to keep me there for a couple of hours until I’d thought there was an excellent chance my dick might fall off.
The point is, I’ve been there and done that.
Know what I haven’t done?
Waited.
Anticipated.
Bided my sweet time while everything slowly built inside until it reached a fever pitch.
I’ve never contemplated someone for days on end and all the delicious ways I was going to run my hands over their body.
But with Juliette, that’s exactly the way it is.
My cock twitches at the idea of sinking inside her delicious warmth.
Fuck, I bet she’s tight.
She admitted to only kissing a dozen guys. I probably should have asked how many she’s slept with, but I was afraid to push for more information in case she got cold feet and completely nixed the idea.
When my cock stiffens, I twist the handle of the shower head to cold and hiss out a breath when icy drops of water rain down on me. It does exactly what I need it to and kills the growing erection.
Especially since I’m showering with a bunch of naked dudes.
Hey, I have no problem if that’s what turns your crank.
Go for it, man.
Just…not in the locker room.
Want to know what it feels like to have your junk duct taped to your thigh?
That would be the quickest way to find out.
From what I hear, it’s painful.
So, no thanks.
It’s only when I’m completely flaccid that I crank the silver handle and grab a towel to rub over my face before wrapping it around my waist. Once dried, I pull out my T-shirt and jeans from my locker. I throw on some pit sauce, then cologne before running my hands through my hair.