Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Say it.”
“Get the hell inside,” I say in a low tone, stepping over toward the door.
He stays firmly planted in the doorframe.
I’m too close to him now. I catch his masculine scent and I can’t handle the fact that I’m starting to enjoy it so much.
I wish he wasn’t shirtless.
I wish he didn’t have that stupid fucking barbell, or that scent, or that look in his eyes like he’s trying to unravel me. His hair looks golden in the low light, and the way it’s swept over to one side seems so effortless.
He pushes his hair to the other side of his face as I’m watching him. The way it moves reminds me of how much I always like playing with girls’ hair, braiding it for them while they lie down in my bed, just-fucked.
This is nothing like that.
The guys coming down the hall are laughing now.
They’re probably steps away from rounding the corner and seeing Torin.
Torin just looks as calm as ever.
When he speaks again, he drops his voice to a low tone and speaks slowly.
“Answer the question. Do you want to come for me, Noah?”
Don’t tell him the truth.
Don’t tell him—
“Yes,” I hiss, hot shame searing into every inch of my body.
No.
No, no, no, God no, why can’t I fucking lie?
Torin steps inside right before someone else comes down the hallway. He turns to close the door behind him with a click, and he locks it.
“Take your cock out.”
I exhale, feeling like I’m about to plunge lower on a roller coaster.
He strides inside confidently, like some sort of vampire that’s finally been invited in.
He’s looking over my body again now, like he’s trying to figure out exactly how he’s going to mess with me next.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I tell him in a warning tone, finding some shred of confidence inside me, too.
Now that the door is shut and locked, and now that I’ve made the colossal mistake of telling Torin the truth, I’m less guided by fear and almost want to fight him.
“Why? It’s making you too hard?”
I reach out to push him again, just like I did earlier tonight.
This time Torin seems ready for it, though. He grips my wrists the moment my palms land on him, and he clenches around them, cuffing me with his fists.
He starts stepping me backward, bit by bit, until my ass hits the set of dresser drawers behind me.
He shoves the front of his body up against mine.
So much warmth.
So much contact, with his hips against mine.
“Maybe I’m just hard at the idea of finally getting to shut you up,” I tell him. “I need to come tonight, and it has nothing to do with you.”
He tips his head to one side. “So you’re saying you just want to use me?”
“I’m not saying that.”
“I’d like it if you were, Noah. You talk all this shit about wanting to find love, but I think we’re a lot more similar than you think. Admit you like how it feels to completely fucking use someone, solely for your pleasure.”
“Not a bone in my fucking body that’s similar to you,” I utter.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Well, there’s at least one—”
I move suddenly and try to shove him again, but he clenches his hands tight on my wrists another time and stops me, bumping me back into the set of drawers. It rocks a little behind me, and I swallow hard.
He’s using his knee to work its way between my legs a little, pushing his way around, like he’s trying to prove he can.
Why is it so difficult to breathe around you?
“You saved my ass tonight, but that doesn’t mean you have free rein over me,” I tell him. “If you try to make my life a nightmare, I’m going to do it right back to you.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
“Don’t know yet. I have all summer to figure it out.”
He releases his grip from my wrists all at once, but refuses to pull his gaze from my eyes.
“Ever since I got here, you have a chip on your shoulder the size of a fucking country. I save your goddamn life and you’re still going to act like this?”
I pause for a moment.
How am I supposed to respond to that?
He’s been the one with a chip on his shoulder, not just this summer but from day one, when he walked into my dad’s house with an ego that’s never gone away.
I’m so fucking angry at him.
At everything he does to me, and how nothing I do seems to affect him at all.
An impulsive flash hits my blood.
Maybe I do want to use him.
Maybe that’s why he’s exactly what I need right now: something meaningless, easy, and soulless.
So maybe I should do whatever the fuck I want, and quit overthinking it.