Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Brady.”
“No.”
“Braaaaa-dyyyyyy,” she says, dragging my name out.
“No, woman, it’s fuckin’ raining!” I laugh, but she’s already cranked the radio up to deafening decibels and is throwing the door open. She squeals and starts running around the back of the car.
“Damn it,” I laugh, throwing my seat belt off and doing the same, dipping my head like it’ll help repel the rain. We high five as we pass the back of the truck and then meet in the middle of the front end. The chorus hits and we sing like lunatics, doing the damn dance she and Ari forced us to learn when this went viral and our parents made us promise not to follow how it’s supposed to go but to dance around a parked car rather than a moving one.
She throws her head back and laughs, her arms coming around me just as I reach out to grip her by the waist.
We’re sopping fucking wet, standing in the middle of the dark street, headlights beaming around us.
Her smile is wide. Addicting. The kind of smile that has the power to make time stop.
And that’s exactly what happens.
The world around me slows, the humor slipping off my face as I stare into her big, baby blues. They hold this mischievous glow, flirting with the idea of teasing me, but unintentionally enough for her to make me wonder if I’m only seeing what I want to see.
She’s clueless about where my mind is, head tipped back and mouth open, catching raindrops on her tongue as throaty giggles bubble their way out of her.
My fingers tighten against her, my feet shuffling forward, and her chin lowers, the smile on her face sending a literal thump through my chest.
I can’t take it anymore.
Don’t fucking want to.
“Brady?”
I let out a long breath, my eyes on hers.
I let her go, taking a step back, gaze traveling over her, dripping wet and drowning in my hoodie.
I clench my eyes closed, and I sense her coming closer. A soft hand finds mine, and my eyes snap open, connecting with hers.
“Fuck it.”
I take her face in my palms and crush my mouth to hers.
And my fucking god, does she respond.
Her mouth opens for me instantly, and my tongue eagerly accepts the offer, sweeping over her silkiness and demanding more. I force my fingers into her hair, driving her back until I’m crushing her against the truck.
She melts, hiking one leg up, and I grab hold, pressing into her as I take her mouth like I’m fucking starved.
Her kiss is fierce. Messy. Sinfully sweet.
She starts to shake under my touch, and a deep, throaty groan escapes me. I tear free, nibbling at her lips the way I’ve wanted to do for so fucking long, biting and sucking and licking. She grips my wrists, my palms still holding her head how I want her.
I dip into her neck, and she moans before I ever touch her skin there, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my dick.
A loud honk has her jumping and tugging back.
I tense, dread weighing down my veins.
What will I see when I look into her eyes right now?
Regret might just about kill me.
Jaw clenched, I prepare for the worst, but before my eyes can even meet hers, her forehead falls to my chest and she laughs, quickly shifting and grabbing my hand as she drags us back to the driver’s side. “Come on, before they run us over!”
She yanks the door open and climbs in, flashing me a quick shot of creamy ass cheeks as she hops over the center console, and I swear to god, my dick is an iron rod in my jeans.
I climb in, and Cameron’s laughter doubles until she’s got tears in her eyes, her hand holding her side, and I finally relax, my own humor mirroring hers.
Ten seconds later, we’re parked in my driveway. Cameron is out, dashing for the front door in seconds, laughing as she gets pelted with rain all over again.
I pause for a moment, unsure of what to do.
My pulse is jumping wildly, my mind running a million miles a minute, but the thought that’s screaming the loudest has my eyes clamping shut.
I am so fucked.
“Brady!” she yells, and my eyes fly open. “The door is locked.” She smiles, shivering.
“Oh shit.” I jump out, only now noting my mom’s car isn’t in the driveway.
“Whose bright idea was it to dance in the rain again?” she jokes, bending to pull her shoes off and tossing them to the side.
“Definitely mine,” I play along.
She rewards me with a laugh, and my god, I’ve gone completely soft—I feel it in my chest. Cameron shoves me out of the way as she runs inside and books it up the stairs.
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I lock the door, kicking my shoes off. I go into the kitchen, pouring us both a double shot of whiskey and adding some hot water to it from the dispenser. I cut a lemon and squeeze a good amount into our glasses, stirring them with my finger, spotting a note from my mom on top of a few tinfoil-covered dishes.