Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Hey,” she whispers, peeking at me with one eye open.
I touch her cheek again, this time with the pad of my thumb. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” She smiles. “Are you not wearing any pants?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “No, just my boxers. I hate sleeping in jeans. Why?”
“Because your dick is digging into my ass,” she says with laughter in her voice. “Jeez, Drake. That thing needs its own zip code.”
I can’t help but laugh. “And here I always thought girls like big dicks.”
“They do. Well, I can’t say from personal experience, but yours is more than big. I think they need to come up with a new name for yours.”
I have to move around to adjust myself and give Taylor some space. Keeping my dick in my boxers isn’t that easy. It has a mind of its own. Also, I don’t want to freak Taylor out by showing it to her by accident. Not like she hasn’t seen it before, thanks to Becky Big Tits.
I reach for my pants on the floor and fish out my cell phone, sighing at the dozen text messages from Trent.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks, sitting up with her legs crossed on the bed next to me.
“Trent. He sent me a bunch of texts asking where I am. I rarely stay out all night.”
“Don’t tell him you stayed here.”
“Why? Are you that afraid to have anyone know you were with me?”
She grips her knees, rocking herself back and forth on the bed as she bites her lip. “No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed by you. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us. People think you have sex with every girl on campus, and I don’t want them to add me to that list.”
“What if I could change that?”
I can’t erase all the dumb shit I’ve done over the years. No one will ever believe I didn’t fuck Taylor if I tell them we were together. Then, people will label her as a puck bunny or another one of Drake’s whores.
“How would you do that? It’s hard to change someone’s opinion once it’s formed.”
“You sound like a therapist,” I point out.
She lifts her hands and shrugs. “I will be one someday.”
“That must be why it’s so easy for me to talk to you,” I confess. “Even though you’re mean to me when we’re in public.”
She snorts at my comment. “I’m not mean to you, Drake. I just didn’t like you at first. Do you blame me? I thought you were a walking STD, only to find out that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
I type out a quick message to Trent, telling him I’ll be home in time for the Greek Fair. Every year the sororities and fraternities host a fair in the Quad to raise money for charity.
“Are you going to the fair?” I ask Taylor.
She unhooks one leg from the other and stretches them out on the floor, her arms raised above her head. “Bex mentioned it. But we have to get to practice first. Actually, Bex should have been home by now. I guess Parker is holding her captive.”
Taylor slides off the bed, still dressed in the spandex shorts from last night that ride up her long, toned legs. She has basketball player legs, every curve sculpted to perfection. I can’t stop staring at her body from her toned thighs to her full lips and perky tits.
She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Hey, buddy, up here.” Taylor points at her eyes, and I have to laugh at the bossy look on her beautiful face.
“Stop calling me buddy.”
“What should I call you instead?”
“How about my name?”
“You know what I started calling you last night in my head?” A devious look crosses her face.
The corner of my mouth pulls up into a crooked grin. “No, but please, share.”
She moves in front of me, her hands on her hips as she stares me down. “My gentle giant.”
I laugh. “Oh my God… you sound like my mom. Please don’t start calling me that.”
“What?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re a giant… and not as rough as I was expecting. The name kinda fits.”
“I guess anything is better than Big Guy.”
“And why is that?”
“Because that’s what my mom calls my dad.”
“So, does that make you Little Big Guy?” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, but that would be funny.”
“No, she calls me Drakey. I hate it. But I also kinda like it because it’s her name for me.”
Standing in front of me, she makes room for herself between my legs and grips my shoulders. “Sounds like you’re close with your mom.”
“Yeah. She’s awesome. A little different, but definitely one of the cooler parents. All of my friends have a crush on her. And it doesn’t hurt that she writes nasty romance books that now all of them have read and imagine her in them.”