Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I turned back around and hid under the blanket.
“Come on. Were you seriously crying in there?”
The room was silent as I stayed under the covers. I assumed he’d just leave if I ignored him. I knew I was wrong when I heard a click and a buzzing sound then felt the weight of him on my bed.
“If you won’t smile, then I’ll just have to tickle you with your little boyfriend here.” He touched it to my hip, and I flinched, pushing the blanket off of myself. I tried to grab the vibrator, but he wouldn’t let it go. He continued to tickle me with it in quick movements: behind my leg, the back of my foot.
I was fighting the urge to laugh. “Stop!”
“Not a chance.”
All control was lost when he placed it under my armpit, which caused me to giggle hysterically. His own laughter vibrated against my ear.
How did I end up rolling around in bed in the middle of night with Elec holding a rubber cock against me?
I was laughing so hard that I thought I might die from it.
Death by dildo.
He finally clicked the off button, and it took me several minutes to catch my breath and calm down.
“Why stop now?”
“The point was to get you to laugh. Mission accomplished.” He handed it to me. “Here.”
“Thanks.”
He lifted his brow. “Party in your pants tomorrow night? Should I bring chip n’dip?”
“Very funny,” I said, placing it in my side table drawer and making a mental note to find a better hiding spot for it tomorrow.
He stayed lying next to me with his head leaning against the headboard. Even though we weren’t touching, I could feel the warmth of his body as we lay side by side in silence.
As my eyes wandered to his tanned chest and prominent six-pack, desire started to build inside of me. His briefs were peeking out of the top of his gray sweatpants. His long feet were bare, and it dawned on me for the first time how damn sexy that was. I forced my eyes off him and stared up at the ceiling.
His voice was low. “I really didn’t want to come here, Greta.”
It was the first time he’d ever said my name.
It sounded so good coming out of his mouth. I turned to him as he continued staring away from me when he spoke.
“I was this close to skipping that flight and going somewhere else.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“I couldn’t do that to my mother. I didn’t want her to have to worry about me while she’s away.”
“I see why you didn’t want to be here now. I didn’t understand it at first, but after listening to the way Randy spoke to you, I can understand why you have so much anger toward him. I guess, what I can’t understand is why you took it out on Bentley the other night.”
“Why do you assume that the fight was my fault?”
“Because you won’t explain it to me, and you were the one kicking him when he was down.”
He let out a single angry laugh. “I also look like the bad guy, right? So, every person in that diner just assumed I flew off the handle for no fucking reason other than to beat up that pretty boy for fun. I may have a record…for underage drinking and smoking weed once. But never in my lifetime have I ever attacked someone or even thrown a punch before that night.”
Wow.
“Why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“Because despite what you think and despite the fact that I love messing with you…I don’t really want to see you hurt.”
“I don’t get it.”
He finally turned his body toward me and looked at me for the first time. “That first day when you walked in on me in the bathroom, I wanted to shock you. You said you never saw a guy naked before. I assumed you were kidding. Now, I actually feel guilty about pulling that shit on you.”
I repositioned myself, feeling a little nervous about where this was going. “Okay…what does that have to do with what we were talking about?”
“Fucknut didn’t know I was your stepbrother, so when you left the table, he started bragging about how he was gonna take you to that party next week, get you drunk somehow and fuck you. Your ex-boyfriend made a bet with him that he couldn’t get you in bed because you’re a virgin. If you ended up giving it up to Bentley, your ex was gonna give him 500-dollars.”
I covered my mouth. “Oh my God.”
Elec nodded slowly with a sympathetic look. “So, yeah…I fucked him up.”
“You let everyone think you were to blame. You took all that shit from Randy over it! You were just protecting me?”
“I didn’t know how to break that news to you about what they were planning. But clearly, tonight, my warning to stay away from him wasn’t getting through to you, so I needed to tell you.”