Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I gaze out my window as the jittery excitement for the first game of the season starts to take over. We’re supposed to meet Coach Harris and the boys early so Coach can go over our game plan for the night. I’m sure he’ll give us all one of his famous pep talks, which we know is going to consist of Get out there and show them who has the biggest set of balls. Throw in a few curse words, and it’s just like the many he’d given last season and the seasons before that.
Movement in a store window catches my eye, and an appreciative grin crosses my face as I see a fine-looking ass up in the air. A tiny little schoolgirl skirt barely covers her ass, with a pair of legs poking out that I’d happily have wrapped around my face. “Fuck yeah, man,” I grin, slapping Bobby across the chest and hoping my ability to appreciate this chick means I’m finally starting to put Cassie out of my head. “Class is in session.”
He turns to look at what’s caught my eye when the same appreciative smile takes over his face. The chick on the pole changes her position and makes her body slowly spin as she leans back, thrusting her perfect tits into the air for the men of the world to see.
Yes, please. This chick is seriously every man’s fantasy, and I have to have her.
There’s movement behind the girl, but I don’t take my eyes off her as I wait ever so patiently for the girl to finish spinning to give me a good look at her face, so I can find her after the game and take her home.
“Is that?” I hear Bobby distantly questioning, but I can’t be fucked to hear him out. After all, I’m on a mission.
A wave of chestnut hair finally starts to come into view, and I wait on the edge of my seat for my midnight snack to show her face.
And then finally, there it is.
My jaw drops before I have time to register anything else. “Oh, fuck no,” I roar. I should have fucking recognized that sweet ass waving through the sky. After all, I’ve nailed it a million times before. I’m out of Bobby’s truck and storming toward the dance studio before I even know what I’m doing.
The triplets would murder me if they knew I let her take this class for the whole fucking world to see. Fuck, not to mention how her father would be rolling in his grave. He’d haunt me for this.
Cassie’s beautiful face finally connects with mine through the glass, and the giggly grin instantly disappears, replaced with shock and embarrassment. I must admit, seeing her this happy has my heart hurting, knowing I’m about to burst through her happy bubble. But there’s no way I’m letting this shit go down.
I push through the door and head straight for her before she has a chance to get off the pole. There’s movement behind me, and I realize Bobby has stormed in, his heavy stare locked further through the room. It must be Brianna. She’s the only one who could get a reaction like that out of the guy.
Barely a second has passed before I reach her. “Wait. Jax. What are you—” I grab Cassie around the waist and pull her off the pole before throwing her over my shoulder. I grab a bag that I assume is hers and storm straight out the door while the instructor rolls her eyes, probably more used to this than any dance instructor should be.
I find Bobby’s truck still sitting in the middle of the road—now the new reason for the held-up traffic—and I tear open the backseat before throwing Cassie in and slamming the door closed behind me.
I take a shaky breath and try to let go of the raging anger that rapidly courses through me as I get back in the front passenger seat. Bobby seems to be doing exactly the same thing as he gets in beside me, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.
I have no idea what possessed me to do that. She isn’t my girlfriend anymore, and apart from the fact her brothers would rip me a new one, I just can’t explain it. She’s a free woman. If she wants to put her body on display for everyone to see, then that’s her decision. It has absolutely nothing to do with me, but the thought of allowing that to happen has me shaking with rage.
I glance at her through the rearview mirror, and I can tell by the way she’s silently fuming while clenching her jaw that she’s about to burst.
Three, two, one.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, JAXON?” Cassie yells at me from the backseat while Brianna gets stuck into Bobby. I turn around in my seat to look at her and nearly have to look away from the anger burning in her eyes. Although it’s not because I hate to see her angry or upset, but seeing her this way, all feisty and ready to scream, is enough to have me wanting to fuck her right here and now.