Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Even guys want to have sex with me!
Who is she kidding?
“I’m not your type,” I deadpan, disbelieving. “What is your type then?” Diego Lorenz, the dude with the limp dick and weak spine?
“Why do you care?”
Because I care, goddammit! Not because she’s my type, either, but still.
“I don’t.”
“So then we can move on.” Her arms wave in the air nonchalant-like.
We could move on, but I don’t want to. I want to know what her type is because clearly Diego was an experiment—one that failed.
“Give me something on your list.”
She seems to consider this. I can see her mulling it over in that brain of hers. Taps her fingers on my desktop, lets out a long, taxing sigh.
As if I’m inconveniencing her. “I guess he must be family-oriented.”
“Meaning what, he likes his family?”
“No. I mean, he has to want kids at some point. I want all the babies.”
Ryann cradles her stomach as if she were already pregnant, rocking back and forth in the chair.
Shit.
She’s thinking of that crap already, at this age? How the hell is anyone supposed to know if they want kids or not? We’re twenty-one, what if my balls get smashed while I’m playing and are rendered useless?
Suddenly, she busts out laughing. “Oh my God, you should see your face, it’s so pale.” More laughing. “Did you think I was serious?” An eye roll. “We’re twenty, for crying out loud. I’m not thinking about kids.”
“I knew that.” I scoff, face going from blanched to bright red.
“You’re an asshole, do you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the asshole here.” She laughs again. Clears her throat. “Since you’re obviously having a hard time coming up with some terms of endearment, let me think on it for a second.”
She spins some more, clearly needing to be busy in order to think.
“Knock-knock, is everyone decent?” My brother shoves through the doorway without waiting for a reply, barging in and standing in front of my guest like a warrior returned from battle. “Hi.”
She glances slowly up at him. “Hi?”
“I’m Drake.” He nods in my direction. “His brother.”
“I can see the resemblance.”
“I have a twin.”
Ryann’s brows shoot up the same way everyone’s do when they find out Drake and Drew are identical. “You’re a twin?”
“It’s my stupid human trick.” The giant lummox won’t leave. “What are y’all up to?”
“Oh, you know, hammering out terms so we can fake date or whatever it is he wants me to help him with.”
Drake’s eyes get wide and he turns toward me. “Say what now?”
“It was Eli’s idea.”
“Should she be tellin’ everyone?”
“Rule number one,” I tell her, “this is a secret.”
She pulls her fingers across her mouth like she’s zipping them closed. “Got it. My lips are sealed.”
“You blabbed to the first person who asked what we were doing hanging out together!”
Fuck, am I going to be able to trust her?
“I mean…I’m gonna have to tell my best friend at the very least.”
“That’s not how we keep secrets.”
“Oh, come on, she isn’t going to believe we’re actually dating.”
My brother snorts. “Weren’t you just dating that twat Lorenz? Why wouldn’t people believe you have a type, and that type is football players?”
I hold my hand up. “Do not get her started on what her type is.”
“I want babies. Lots and lots of babies.”
There she goes again, rubbing that flat belly of hers, round and round.
What a brat.
Drake gets pale. “Is she bein’ serious?”
“No, she’s not being serious.” I swat gently at her. “Ryann, knock it off.”
She begins laughing all over again. “You two are so easy! Gosh, if this works, it’s going to be fun.”
Drake is glancing between the two of us, back and forth, then back again.
“I thought it would be fun comin’ in here and giving you a hard time, but I see she’s doin’ that enough for both of us.” He holds a hand in front of his crotch. “Actually, I think my dick just shriveled up and my balls went back inside my body from all this baby talk.”
He backs out of the room slowly, taking hold of the door handle and pulling it closed.
“No, don’t go!” Ryann whispers softly. “Come back! Jack, come back…”
I can do nothing but stare.
twelve
ryann
“This whole house smells like testosterone and bad decisions.”
– Winnie, the first time she visited the frat house
“So now what?”
We came down into the kitchen after Dallas declared he was so hungry he could ‘eat the ass out of a dead skunk’ and needed a snack.
Fine. Not a problem.
It’s not like I want to be holed up in his bedroom anyway. A bedroom that’s tidier and cleaner than I imagined it would be—not that I imagined it. It’s just…different than mine. Masculine.
Organized.
Bare, if I’m being specific. The bed was made, only had a few pillows. The bedding matched the bookshelf, the bookshelf matched the desk, the desk matched the bedding, all one shade of dark gray.