Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I’m starting to realize why he’s so worked up, but before I can respond, he starts for the door.
“I swear, you’re even more of a frathole than I thought.” He turns the knob, but I’m already at the door beside him, pressing my hand against it to keep it closed.
“Let me go,” he insists.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the idiot here?”
His brow creases, and before he has a chance to come up with any other ridiculous theories, I rush him, taking that mouth again.
Those lips give me much-needed relief, that knife being pulled from me, allowing me to enjoy this moment. I shove him back against the door. Despite how annoyed he seemed, he doesn’t resist me, relaxes as I push my tongue up against his, toying with it in a way that helps bring me down from the heat I’d worked up. He moans into my mouth, and as I taste the peach in the cider he was drinking, I once again feel like myself. I finally pull away.
“I’m so fucking confused,” he mumbles.
“I was jealous of you kissing Gisele because I wanted you kissing me. Make more sense?” But even as I say it, I realize it doesn’t make much sense even to me.
“Is that why you were trying to stop us from kissing?”
“I guess so.”
“What do you mean you guess so?”
“I’ve never had this feeling before. Like, my friends can hook up with whoever they want. Or girls can go hook up with whoever after me, and I’ve never thought twice about it. I don’t get why this is different.”
Marty chuckles, which activates that pain in my chest again.
“What’s funny about that?”
“You must admit, it’s a little funny. You’re saying you were jealous of me, a guy you don’t even like, kissing a girl?”
“I didn’t say I understood it, but it’s what happened. Don’t act like I’m the only one either. You were awfully worked up when you mentioned me chatting with Dax.”
That smug smirk across his lips disappears real fast. “I was worked up because you were being a hypocrite…or at least, that’s what I thought. Now I’m not even sure what to think.”
“That makes two of us. And by the way, I maybe haven’t liked you since you got me into trouble, but lately…you’re not the worst to be around. Still, why would I be jealous over you? No offense.”
“None taken.”
I consider where this could be coming from.
“This is uncharted territory,” he says, “so it’s reasonable to assume we might not understand everything that’s going on. Let’s talk it through.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”
Marty steps past me and starts pacing.
“That definitely doesn’t help me relax any.”
“I think best when I’m moving. If you don’t like it, look away.”
I take a breath and turn to face the wall, though it doesn’t take the edge off when I know he’s doing it right behind me, so I turn back to him.
He stops pacing. “What if you were jealous of Gisele?”
“Okay, we established that.”
“No, I mean, you mess around with girls all the time. You know exactly how to please women…whether I like to think about it or not. But what if you’re jealous because, now that you know you like guys, you don’t know how to please them the way she would.”
“I haven’t had any issues getting you off,” I tease. But it’s a good point. “When I think about football or messing with girls, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m a pro, I’ve put in the hours and seen results, but this is all so new, something I’m unfamiliar with…maybe the thought that I wouldn’t be good at this bothers me, puts me on edge.”
Marty cringes. “I’m right, aren’t I? You’re getting worked up because you don’t know if you would be as good in bed with me as Gisele?”
“Not you, specifically, but men in general.”
He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s what I meant.”
I take a deep breath, relieved to have some clue about this.
“So…we’re good?” Marty asks.
“Yeah. Sorry for freaking out. I just didn’t know what was going on, and—”
“It’s okay. It was a weird night for me too.”
“No, I shouldn’t have interrupted you and Gisele. It was a dick move. I was cockblocking, and that’s not the kind of guy I am.” I approach him and rest my hand on his shoulder. It’s what I would’ve done with any of the guys if we’d had an issue, but this feels different, especially after what I’ve done with him. “I guess it’s part of us sorting through this new stuff we’re feeling, and I’m being weird. I’ll probably be a great lay for a guy.”
He quirks a brow. “There he is again. My cocky, asshole roomie.”
I laugh. “Hey, it’s not like I’m cocky for no reason. You like everything I’ve done with you.”
“And as you keep talking, you make me regret it even more.”