Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Why stay and torture myself when I could leave and torture myself in private? I turned on my heels and ran into a broad, awfully familiar chest. “Jamie? What are you doing?”
His gray eyes stared down at me, sparkling with mischief. “Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out.” I tried to step around him, but he stepped left when I stepped right, right when I stepped left, damn him. I growled my frustration and fisted my hands on my hips. “Where’s your friend?”
Jamie’s lips twitched in amusement. “My friend is right here. And she’s jealous.”
“No, she’s not.”
“What? Not my friend or not jealous?”
I gave his massive chest a huge shove that did fuck all to move him, which produced another groan.
“Take your pick!” I stepped around him and started toward the parking lot exit with Jameson’s laughter at my back.
I made it about half a block before Jamie caught up with me on his Harley. “Where are you going, Madds?”
“To Ashby Manor. Duh.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He stopped at the curb and held out a helmet for me. “Put it on and hop on.”
I snatched the helmet and growled as I jumped on the back. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
He laughed and revved the engine, taking off quickly so I had no choice but to hang on tight. Not that I minded, but that wasn’t the point. Jamie drove until he spotted a gourmet ice cream stand and turned off the engine. “Chocolate and vanilla good with you?”
“I can buy my own ice cream,” I insisted.
Jamie rolled his eyes. “Just answer the damn question.”
“Fine, yeah that’s good with me. Mr. Bossy.”
“That’s Officer Bossy to you, missy.”
I rolled my eyes and gave my body a pep talk as Jamie made his way slowly to the front of the long line. What part of friends don’t you understand? Just because he smelled good and felt big and hard up against me, didn’t change who we were.
It didn’t change a damn thing, no matter how strongly my hormones disagreed.
God, I hated being in the fucking friend zone.
“Can’t say I’ve ever heard of whiskey floats before.”
I took another spoonful. The taste, heavy on the booze, curled my toes a bit. And the creamy ice cream? What’s not to like? Which explained why I had kicked my shoes off and curled up on one end of Jamie’s sofa, feeling more relaxed than on the back of his Harley.
“Clearly, you like it. That’s your second one.”
“It’s damn good, but still doesn’t mean whiskey floats are a thing. You made this up to get me drunk,” I accused, aiming a finger across the sofa at him.
“Why would I do a thing like that, Maddie?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a hilarious drunk.” I took another sip as the ice cream melted into a soft swirl. I couldn’t help it. I actually smacked my lips together dramatically. “I don’t really drink that much.”
“I’ve noticed.”
I shrugged. “Mom was a drunk, so I never saw the appeal.”
“Makes sense.” Jamie stared into his own glass for a long time, seemingly lost in thought before his lips tipped into a grin. “I can’t believe you were jealous of that chick.”
He shook his head, barely stifling his own laughter.
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“Liar.” He shrugged. “It’s all right to feel jealous. If the tables were turned, I probably might be a little jealous too.”
“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he was just trying to make me feel less idiotic. “I wasn’t jealous, except maybe of her mile-long legs and killer boobs.”
“She was hot, sure. But not a lot going on upstairs if you know what I mean.”
I let out a very unattractive snort-laugh. “When a woman looks like that, no man cares what’s going on upstairs, Jamie.”
“I care,” he growled, the sound startling me.
“Okay, fine, you’re the one guy on the planet who cares. Good for you. I still wasn’t jealous.”
His lips quirked up into a lazy, crooked grin as he slid across the length of the sofa. “You were so jealous your whole body turned green.”
I smacked his thigh. “How could you tell with your face buried in her tits?” I realized my mistake too late.
“Jealous and watching?” He snorted out loud, and I was toast. “Cool.”
I let out a grump of frustration and gave his chest a shove before attempting to stand on wobbly legs.
“You are unbearable!” I took one step away before I felt Jamie’s hands grip either side of my waist and pull me backward. “What are you doing?” I demanded.
His answer was to crush his lips against mine. At first, I thought he was just making a point, but the kiss wasn’t quick like I thought it would be.
Instead, it went from hot to hotter as his tongue teased the seam of my lips until I opened for him with a shuddering sigh. Jamie dove in and explored every inch of my mouth, kissing me until my entire body was on fire, burning up and feverish, just for him.