Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“You’re staring,” Trevor muttered, then hummed the tune to Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love.”
“I hate you,” I whispered as Ryder drew so close I could see the green fleck in his left eye. Couldn’t he have the decency to wear sunglasses so I didn’t have to see it?
Trevor blew me a kiss. “Oh, Ally, you love me, and you know it. Hey, Ryder!” His demeanor transformed from ball-busting to welcoming in the blink of an eye. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Hey, guys. This is my buddy, Corvin. Corvin, this is Trevor and Alex. We all work together at a nightclub.”
“Hey,” I said because I had a real way with words.
“Sit, sit.” Trevor gestured to the two empty chairs opposite each other at our small square table. I sat there like an idiot. The connection between my brain and tongue seemed to have vanished.
“Thanks. Nice to meet you guys.” Corvin seemed nice enough. He had light features like Ryder, but that’s where the similarities ended. His blond hair was so pale I’d almost call it white, and where Ryder had ocean-blue eyes, Corvin’s were light gray. He was tall and thin, almost waifish, and walked with grace and elegance.
“You look familiar,” Trevor said to Corvin as he sat. He propped his chin on his hand, studying the newcomer. “You ever get a VIP table at Top Shelf?”
Chuckling, Corvin shook his head. “I wish. That place is way above my budget. I don’t know if you follow dance at all, but I’m a ballet dancer in the program here on campus.”
Trevor snapped his glittery fingers. “That’s how I know you. I saw you perform a few weeks ago. You had the male lead in Romeo and Juliet, didn’t you?”
Corvin beamed. “I did.”
Trevor leaned closer, eyes bright. “You were fantastic. Took my breath away.”
“Thank you.” Corvin removed the lid from his salad with long, graceful fingers. “I worked my ass off for that role. Glad to know it paid off.”
“Yes, your ass did a spectacular job. I couldn’t look away.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered as Ryder laughed and Corvin turned pink. Trevor might be head over heels in love with Parker, but that didn’t stop him from flirting like his life depended on it with anyone who caught his eye.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Trevor went on.
Ryder laughed. “We met at a party freshman year, hooked up a few times, and have been friends ever since.”
My insides seized. They’d hooked up?
“Oh really?” Trevor said in an exaggerated tone. “How juicy.” He winked at Corvin, whose cheeks might have permanently turned pink, but Corvin didn’t notice Trevor’s flirty move. His attention remained on Ryder, and the sappy, puppy dog eyes he was giving had bile climbing in my throat.
He still wanted Ryder. Hell, he might be in love with the man whose dick I sucked last night. Thank God I hadn’t eaten much of my lunch, or I’d have thrown up for sure.
“Yeah,” Corvin said, almost breathless. “We’ve been really close ever since.”
The urge to lunge across the table and punch the guy in his lovesick face was nearly impossible to resist. I opened my mouth to say who-the-fuck-knew what, probably something that would make me sound like a psychopath, when a sharp pain blasted through my shin.
I grunted and stared across the table at Trevor, whose eyes narrowed at me. He shook his head once in a subtle movement meant only for my eyes.
I slumped back in my seat with my heart pounding an anxious staccato. Christ, what had I been about to do? Lay claim to Ryder? Tell Corvin to back the fuck off because Ryder was mine? The notion was so ridiculous I could barely think of it without laughing out loud.
Trevor saved me from humiliating myself.
I forced myself to avoid glancing at Ryder, but the restraint grew more challenging by the second.
Dozens of questions bounced around in my head. How was he after the drama with his father yesterday? Had they talked?
Do you still fuck Corvin?
I no longer felt the waves of tension flowing off him like yesterday. Maybe he’d had a productive conversation with his father. I was dying to ask, but I wouldn’t air his dirty laundry in front of Trevor and Corvin. Plus, we weren’t friends. He’d probably find it weird if I checked in on his personal life.
Though what we’d done last night felt personal as hell.
Ugh, why had I crossed that line? I could write off blowing each other as nothing more than us trying to win a stupid bet, but the way I’d let him have at my dick after I sucked him off? I had no justification for that beyond wanting him to touch me and make me feel good.
Stupid.
As Trevor rambled on to Corvin, who kept sending heart-eyed looks Ryder’s way, my fists curled under the table, and I had to force my fingers to open. I hadn’t punched someone since I was thirteen, when a kid at school insulted my sick mother. It felt great at the time, but the ass-chewing she gave me afterward left me ashamed and promising I’d never use my fists to solve my problems.