Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
A pretty little thing sidles up next to me, letting out a small laugh when she bumps her ass on my thigh. Like it was an accident and she was just reaching for the corkscrew on the countertop in front of us.
“My bad,” she says with a smile and throws her hair over her shoulder as she grabs the corkscrew. She looks back at me one more time as she walks away in her tight faded jeans and tank top that rides up, showing off the tramp stamp on the small of her back. It’s a tribal design around a rosebud. Probably something she picked off the wall of the tattoo shop.
“No problem,” I tell her and take another sip as she walks off. She’s cute but the one girl I want to see hasn’t come through the front door. I’ve been sitting here all night long, the beer right next to me. My back’s against the counter as I face the front door watching everyone shuffle in and out, with the night sky getting darker, the music louder and everyone in here drinking more and more.
James’s family house is the perfect location for these parties. Right off campus and it’s within walking distance to the dorms but also the frat and sorority housing. All you have to do is follow the train tracks up the block and it leads you right here. Walking on the railroad tracks isn’t the best thing to do when you’re drunk, but at least you can’t take a turn down the wrong street.
Just as I down the rest of the beer and think about heading to the pool room in the back, the front door opens and in walks Allison. Her pouty lips are pulled into a curious smile as she tucks her clutch under her arm and closes the door. I like how she leans against the door, taking in the place before pushing off and heading this way.
My eyes follow her, waiting for the moment when she sees me. Her hips sway in the most tempting rhythm as she glances over her shoulder, moving the hair behind her ear and exposing more of her neck. With her black dress and red lips, she’s elegantly beautiful, but it’s tainted.
By the way she walks.
By the expression on her face.
By the way she halts, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and looking me up and down. I smirk as she lets her eyes roam and then stalks toward me.
“You’re late,” I tell her and that only makes her laugh.
“I come when I’m ready,” she says in a sultry voice. She eyes the keg and then where I’m standing, which is right in the fucking way.
I’m only an observer as she takes a cup off the counter and then slips between me and the keg, settling her ass right against my dick. She takes her time, bending over as much as she can while she fills her cup.
My dick stiffens and the second it does, she winks over her shoulder at me.
Taking a sip of beer, she scoots out from between me and the keg and then turns to face me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d walked right out of the kitchen, leaving me hanging again.
“Oh, and I always come first too,” she says, holding up her cup and arching her brow. “That’s one of my rules.”
“You’re a tease,” I tell her as my pulse quickens. She holds my gaze and those pale green eyes flicker with heat.
More people filter into the room, a horde of girls all stumbling in their heels and spilling their drinks, laughing as they crowd the kitchen.
Allison doesn’t object when I grab her hand and pull her out of there, heading to the living room on the right.
“It’s loud,” she says, raising her voice and tugging on my hand, stopping me from taking her to the back.
“There’s a rec room this way,” I tell her and move my hand around her waist to keep her moving. I love how she doesn’t protest.
She walks with me through the living room, past the speakers, through the back hall and straight out to the pool room. There are a few arcade games too in the back and there are more people waiting around them than there are playing pool.
I tilt my chin up at Daniel as he stands up, holding the pool cue in his hands and watching the six ball sink straight into a back pocket. He’s an all right guy. Out of all the guys, he’s the one I’ve clicked with most since I moved here. He’s an outsider in a lot of ways. Like me. And I know he only hangs around because of some dealings he’s got going on under the table. It’s not my business and I stay out of it. It’s as simple as that.