Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“There’s a big surprise.” But she goes anyway, without giving me another look. I treat myself by watching the way her ass sways back and forth in the tight jeans she’s wearing. I’ll be thinking about that later when I’m alone in my room. I’m going to chafe like hell with all the jerking off I’ve been doing. It can’t last forever. I’m going to break eventually.
“Hey.” I look down to my left and find a petite blonde smiling up at me. She shades her eyes from the sun, squinting still. “I’ve seen you around campus. No offense, but you look a little older than the other incoming freshmen.”
“I’m not a freshman.”
“Oh. That must be why. Are you the one with that hot motorcycle? I’ve seen you riding around school.” I’ve ridden my motorcycle exactly one time since we moved in, and that was when I took Mia home from that party. Otherwise, we’ve done a lot of walking since campus isn’t that far from the condo.
“Yeah, I ride a Harley.”
I swear to God, she purrs. “That is so sexy. I’ve always wanted to ride on a Harley.”
“That’s cool. Maybe one day you will.” I swivel around, looking over at Mia chatting with the other girls. She looks at me, and something passes over her face, something I don’t recognize. When she’s not stripping down and throwing herself at me, she looks at me like I’m barely a bug she can crush under her shoe. This isn’t that.
Especially when she goes from looking at me to looking at the girl next to me.
“I mean, if you were ever free, I’d love to go for a ride.” This girl can’t take a fucking hint, can she? “You could be my first.” Even if she didn’t bite down on her glossy lip, I would know exactly what she’s talking about. She isn’t being subtle.
She also isn’t Mia.
Still, I give her the closest I can come to a smile. “I’m usually pretty busy. Are you a freshman here?”
Her head bobs up and down. “So why are you here, anyway? You’re not a student. Are you a teacher’s assistant?”
“He’s here with me.” Mia almost knocks the girl over when she reaches us. “We’ve got stuff to do, so see you later.” Next, she does something she’s never done before: takes my hand and holds it tight before leading me away. I don’t know what part of this is more surprising.
I wait until we’re a little farther away before asking, “What was that? I thought you were hanging out with those girls.”
“Yeah, I was. I’ll see them in class tomorrow.” She throws a look over her shoulder before dropping my hand. At least she doesn’t rub it on her pants like I’m diseased. “But I have to get home and finish my reading for tomorrow’s sociology class.”
“You only have that class twice a week. You didn’t do the reading yet?”
The look she shoots me could melt steel. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were here to be my motivational coach, too. In case you missed it, I have other classes to do work for.”
“Trust me. I know.” I have to hear all about it while I’m sitting behind her.
I can’t help but look over my shoulder again. The blonde is gone, probably bitching to her friends about the skank she met who cockblocked her. “It’s just that your timing was pretty funny.”
“It didn’t seem so funny to me.” It’s amazing how she can talk with her jaw clenched as tight as it is. “You’re here for me, not to flirt with the other girls.”
“Really? You think your dad would hold it against me if I wanted to get my dick wet?”
She cringes and folds her arms over her midsection. Her shoulders are up around her ears, and her chin is jutted out far enough that if she turned a corner, it would appear first before the rest of her face. “You don’t have to be disgusting about it.”
“Did I offend your virgin ears?”
“Shut up already.”
“Come on. You’re not that much of a prude. I know better than that.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” She stops dead in the middle of the sidewalk and glares up at me.
“Come on. Knock off the bullshit. We both know what I’m talking about.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that since it would be better for both of us if we forgot that night by the pool. Not that I ever could in a million years, especially considering how many jerk-off sessions have been inspired by that night. If I started describing them now and didn’t stop until tomorrow morning, I doubt I would cover the full length and breadth of what I’ve imagined doing to her. How many positions. How many ways I’ve made her come in my imagination. “I might be your bodyguard, but I’m not a monk. I do think about fucking every once in a while, and…”