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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
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“Styles! Sit, my brother.” Labrowski was drunk, his head rolling against the back of the couch and his arm resting over the top. A girl was sitting by him, bent over as she was inhaling something that wasn’t not drugs. She leaned back, smiling at Cruz. “Hey, baby.”

I half expected this to be Bianca, but it wasn’t.

Cruz went rigid. “Fuck off.”

She froze.

Labrowski started laughing. “Yeah. Take your powder with you.”

She turned to him, looking like he kicked her dog.

He narrowed his eyes at her before making a shooing motion. “Get lost. We’re not into druggies.”

A guy started laughing, coming in and dropping to the couch beside Labrowski.

She glared at him. “Get lost, Brian.”

He just giggled, shaking his head. “Even the hockey team doesn’t want you. Try the tennis team next, Jennie.”

She kept glaring but brushed the rest of the white powder into a container before standing. Seeing as Cruz was sitting down, she turned so her ass was to him when she bent over and licked the table. One long and very sexual lick.

When she looked back, smug at first, she saw that he had pulled me into his lap. He wasn’t looking at her and the smug factor fell away.

Labrowski waved his hand, snapping his fingers. Two guys showed up, and he motioned to her. “Get her out of here.”

Cruz moved me so I was sitting firmly on his lap. His hands were on my hips, keeping me in place. He leaned in, nuzzling the back of my neck.

I suppressed a shiver, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back against him, my back resting totally on him and he moved his mouth to the other side of my neck, his tongue beginning to taste me.

“I’m seeing that you’re going public?”

I couldn’t answer. I was a writhing ball of sensations, but Cruz clamped a hand over my stomach and lifted his head. “Tonight’s special.”

“Uh huh.” Labrowski didn’t believe him.

Cruz laughed but gave him the middle finger before going back to me. He slid a hand down my front, pausing at the end of my shirt before slipping up underneath.

I bit my lip, my whole body holding still.

I looked around.

The guys, each and every one, were watching.

Nope. This was not for me. I stood, ignoring Cruz’s protest, and took his hand and the bourbon. I waved it, pulling him to his feet. “Come on. I’m not into this much PDA.”

“You told me–”

“Let’s take this to your room.” But it wasn’t a question. I took his hand, lacing our fingers, and began leading the way. He must’ve changed his mind, going with me, because he pushed up behind my back and his arm snaked around me, grabbing the bourbon again. He took a drink, his other hand tucking into the back of my jeans as we weaved through the party.

It was a full house, fuller than I’d ever seen it.

Everyone wanted to talk to Cruz, but he was beyond words already. Whatever emotion he had from his sister, was riding him hard. He was a whole different animal. Other girls, it might scare them, but not me. For maybe the first time I started considering that he could handle my shit? If I laid it all out for someone one day…

We turned the last corner, getting to the stairs as the door opened.

Tasmin was there. Her boyfriend was with her. Both took me in, but right away, they saw Cruz’s hand and trailed more fully to him.

I ignored both, pulling Cruz up the stairs and then to his room.

Before I could open his door, he moved, pushing me against it. My front was to the door, and he was behind me, plastered to me.

“You want me to fuck you tonight?”

He ground up into me.

“Huh?” he asked as he did it again.

I opened my mouth, the pleasure taking over now that we were more in private.

“Cruz,” I gasped, trying to push back from the door.

He ignored me, grinding up as if we really were having sex through our clothes.

“I want to fuck you all the time,” he whispered, his forehead resting against the middle of my back, and he skimmed his hand down my side, going to my pants and hooking over the waistband.

Holy shit. He really was going to peel them down and sink in from behind.

I shoved back from the door, adjusting his hold and was panting as I dropped to my feet. I reached for the doorknob, opening it and we were inside.

I expected to be pinned against the door since that’d been his theme tonight, but nope.

He bent, threw me over his shoulder and I was tossed onto the bed.

He followed me down, but before he could start, I patted his shoulder. “Lock the door.”

He growled, stretching out over me, his mouth going to my neck.

I said it again, “The door, Cruz. The party has a weird vibe. I don’t trust it tonight.”



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