Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
A jolt of heat sizzles into my balls, drawing them up tight. I’ve been on the edge of release since she touched me, but I hold out to make sure she gets there first. I breathe through my nose as I feel her muscles tighten around my shaft. Clench my ass cheeks when I glimpse her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Not yet, I warn myself, as my pulse careens and my balls throb. Wait for it.
“You feel so good,” I grind out, and that’s all it takes to push her over the edge.
I’ll never see anything as sexy as Sloane orgasming with my dick inside her.
Afterward, she lies across my chest, tracing the muscles of my abdomen and laughing at the way my stomach flexes under her fingernails.
“You haven’t been wasting your time in the gym,” she says. “I’d say it’s paying off.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm-hmm. Keep it up.”
Hell. Between swim practice and training for this fight, I’m honestly in the best shape of my life. If it keeps her all hot and bothered, I’ll bench press a Volkswagen for breakfast.
“Hey.” She tilts her head up to peer at me. “At the boathouse. Why were you so interested in the camera? Both the school and the police said there was nothing on it.”
I nod. “And there probably wasn’t.”
“But…?”
“There might be a way to make sure.”
“What?” She jerks up. “How?
I’m still reluctant to let Sloane get her hopes up. The footage might not exist. And if it does, there’s no guarantee it’ll provide anything useful.
But I promised I wouldn’t lie to her about this stuff anymore, so I say, “If the camera was working that night, it’s possible the footage is still on the security company’s servers.”
Her eyes are wide and alert. All sorts of wheels spinning. “So how do we find out?”
That’s the tricky part.
“The less you know, the better. Plausible deniability is your new mantra, okay?”
“Fine,” she concedes. “I’ll stop asking. You have my permission to do what you need to do. I just want to know what happened.”
I’m relieved she’s letting it go for now, because there’s no way I’m letting Sloane get caught up in my bullshit. This isn’t changing grades or breaking into an essay database. These companies are designed to keep out people like me. They write their business on their ability to protect their clients’ digital property. Even if I do manage to muscle my way in, there’s always the chance I don’t get out undetected. Then I’m facing consequences a hell of a lot more severe than getting expelled. People get charged with terrorism for less than what I intend to do. Hell, they’ve died in prison for pirating free books.
And yet, lying here with her, I look into Sloane’s eyes and have no doubt I’d take a life sentence to help her get justice for her sister and give her family some peace.
“No promises,” I tell her. “Like I said, I need to figure out if this is even feasible.”
“But you’ll keep me posted. You swear.”
“Of course.”
She’s buzzing, practically leaping out of her skin with excitement at the prospect. Awesome. No pressure, right? Sloane’s only been dreaming of this chance for months. And I’m the asshole who’s going to break her heart if I can’t pull this off.
“You know…” Flinging her leg over my hip, she nestles herself closer. I’ve become oddly obsessed with the way her hair clings to my cheek. “This school will lose its collective shit if you manage to win this fight with Duke.”
“If?” I gave this chick a sufficient if not mind-blowing orgasm and she has the nerve to lie here and tell me if. Christ. “Wow. Where’s the confidence, huh?”
She laughs and kisses my chest as if her mouth can placate this unforgivable wound. “If you wanted someone to blow smoke up your ass, you should have asked Lucas to come over.”
“Damn, Tresscott. Harsh.”
Her shrug is fully unremorseful. “I’m nothing if not brutally honest.”
“Then in the interest of full disclosure, I should probably mention…” I twist a lock of her hair between my fingers. “Duke insisted on a stipulation if I did lose the fight.”
Sloane’s head pops up. “What kind of stipulation?”
“If I lose, I have to leave Sandover.”
“Fuck off.” She sits abruptly.
“That’s the deal.”
“Then fuck the deal and fuck Duke. I don’t give a shit what you promised him. You’re not leaving.”
“I don’t plan on losing, but he’s not about to give me a choice.”
“Then I guess you’re in a real pickle, Shaw, because you can’t make a girl catch feelings and then leave her high and dry.”
I blink a couple times. Muddled in her fiery indignation, it sounded like Sloane just said she more than likes me.
“Feelings, huh?” I can’t control the grin that sprouts up.
She rolls her eyes and pulls away from me with an angry little pout. “Whatever. Lap it up.”