Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Once we reach the VIP area, I sit on the couch next to Mia. Will gives the waitress our drink orders. With our first playoff game only a few days away, I’m sticking to water. So is Will. This night is for Mia. She needs to loosen up and have fun for once in her life.
“I can see why you insisted on dressing me,” Mia says. “This place is nice. I wouldn’t have fit in with my normal clothes.”
I nod. “But I’m sure the bouncer would have let you in because you’re with us. At least now you look the part.”
“As what? One of your puck bunnies.” She rolls her eyes and makes a gagging sound. “People probably think I’m fucking you and Will. Gross.”
“Let them think what they want. And for the record, fucking me would not be gross. Far from it.”
She laughs. “I don’t know about that.”
Before I get the chance to respond, Will plops down on the other side of Mia and slides his arm across the back of her neck. “What do you think, baby sis? Not so bad, right?”
Mia gives him a fake smile. She’s so easy to read. “Yeah, it’s great. Thanks for forcing me to come out with you.”
She folds her arms across her chest, pushing her tits out even more. Does it make me an even bigger asshole for noticing? Probably.
Will releases Mia from his grip and leans forward to grab two bottles of water from the bed of ice on the table in front of us and hands one of them to me. Then, he fills a highball glass with Absolut and cranberry juice. He passes the drink to Mia. “Try to have fun. It won’t kill you.”
“Stop nagging me, Will.” Mia presses the glass to her lips and gulps down half of the liquid in one swig. “Let me do my thing without babysitting me for once.”
Will cocks an eyebrow at Mia. “You know I worry about you.”
For as long as I’ve known Will, he’s always handled Mia like she’s a piece of fine china. Her parents treat her the same way. She’s not the delicate girl I once knew. Not even close.
Mia pounds the rest of her drink and gets up from the couch. “I know, Will, and I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to go downstairs and dance without a chaperone.”
Will sinks further into the couch and kicks his shoe up on the table. “Ethan is going with you.”
He shoots me a look that says, Keep an eye on her. I’d love to dance with Mia, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll stand up here and watch us from the balcony. If so, I have to be careful with her. Because one wrong move could be dangerous for us both.
“You coming with?” I ask Will.
He shakes his head. “No, I texted that girl I met last night. She should be here in a few. I also have the waitress to keep me company.” Will flashes a cocky smirk and then winks.
When we reach the dance floor, the club is in full swing. Sweat glistens off the bodies of those grinding on each other, the people surrounding us throwing elbows in our direction as we push our way through the crowd. I have to move Mia in front of me to keep her out of their reach. With my arm hooked around her stomach and my hand on her shoulder, I steer her deeper into the throng and out of Will’s line of sight.
He told me to dance with Mia. Technically, Will gave me his permission. Does that make this right?
We eventually find an open space in the middle of the floor, which gives us enough room to join our bodies together. Mia presses her palms to my chest and looks up at me. Her bright blue eyes slice right through me. When she looks at me this way, nothing around us matters. There’s only the beautiful girl I’ve had feelings for since I was in high school standing in front of me.
My skin pricks with electricity when Mia slides her hands up my arms. She grips my biceps with her fingers and begins to sway her hips with a sensual look in her eyes as she digs her nails into my skin. We don’t need to exchange words. She wants me. I want her. There’s nothing left to say. But, where is Will?
I glance up at the balcony where we left Will and let out a sigh of relief that he’s not standing there. His date must have arrived by now and keeping him more than entertained. Good. Because I need Will distracted.
Mia rubs her ass on my thigh, slowly making her way to my growing erection. I’m thankful no one can see how turned on I am by Mia. And even more thankful that Will is not here to see this. She knows what she’s doing, dropping low enough to give me a nice view of her ass. For a girl who never leaves the house, Mia sure has some moves. And she sure as fuck knows how to work her killer curves.