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)
Holy shit being the loudest one.
“What’s going on is you interrupted us.” Brady glares, his hands still sealed on my sides. “Now if you don’t mind”—good God almighty, I kissed Brady Lancaster—“I’d like to get back to kissing my girlfriend.”
I can’t believe that just—
Wait.
What?
Brady
Wait.
What?
What did I just say?
I look down at Cameron, whose cheeks are flushed and whose gaze is jumping from my lips to my eyes, not a single word coming out of that little mouth of hers.
I’ve rendered the little hellcat speechless, and I kind of want to tease her about it.
“Cameron!”
That snaps me out of it, and I let her go, moving to shield her from his view. “Watch yourself, pretty boy. That tone isn’t gonna fly with me.”
“Oh, fuck you. What the hell is this?” Alister throws his arms out, bending to try to look past me, but I move with him, stepping close.
“Did I not tell you?” I pause. “I just got here, my girl is here, and you’re interrupting our night.”
He glares, standing taller. “She’s not yours.”
“Kind of feels like she is.”
Alister’s fists ball, and he looks toward the living room, no doubt our little exchange having gained some attention. Suddenly, a mocking laugh leaves him. “Right. Okay. Your girl, along with every other girl in here, right?” To prove his point, he looks left again.
My eyes decide to follow, and I fight the frown threatening to take over when my gaze lands on the Sigma sorority girls, each wearing a plain white shirt with a single letter on it.
I saw the post online today. Like always, the game was being broadcast on a large projector in the quad. After the win, the Secret Shark, the person who runs the AU Instagram page, took a shot of the girls all dolled up and in a line, my last name spelled out across their chests.
“You’ve probably slept your way through half of them already, so why don’t you drop the bullshit and move aside? Maybe see if you can knock a couple more off your list tonight.”
Little prick has no idea what he’s talking about, and normally I don’t give a shit what people say—clearly, considering what everyone thinks of me when it comes to women.
So why is a strange heat burning the nape of my neck, and why do my eyes cut to the side, sneaking a look at Cameron to catch her expression?
I don’t fucking know, but the ball of tension that I didn’t realize had formed in my gut untethers at the sight of her wicked glare narrowed in on Alister. Instantly, I relax.
“Nah.” I lift a shoulder, sliding back until my hip is between Cameron’s thighs, and drag her to the counter’s edge. “I’m good. But if you don’t want to see what happens next, I suggest you move along.”
Alister scoffs, eyes narrowed and angry, but then he looks back to Cameron.
Slowly, surely, a smirk slides across his lips. “Yeah, okay.” He chuckles, and I hate the sound.
Annoyance pricks at my skin as I stare at Boy Wonder, wondering what he sees to make him look so…confident.
By the time I look her way, she’s facing the opposite direction, her grip on my forearm growing tighter by the second.
Fuck this guy. He’s making her hide—that’s bullshit.
I hoist her up, and wide blue eyes meet mine before they settle, her legs coming around me.
“Let’s get you out of here,” I whisper for only her to hear, pulling back to make sure that’s what she wants.
Her small smile says it all, and she buries her face in my neck.
Without a second thought or a single look back, I carry her from the house and straight to the bed of my truck. Before her ass meets the cold steel, she starts laughing, and I can’t help but join in.
“Well, that was one way to go about it.” She smiles, pulling her legs up and crossing them beneath her. “But I do feel a little bad.”
“Don’t.” I shrug. “It wasn’t a complete hardship to kiss you, only a small one.”
She smacks me before I’m even done talking and I chuckle, hopping up beside her and tugging my hoodie off, tossing it at her.
Cameron pulls it on, the sleeves dwarfing her hands as she plays with them. “I had sex with him nine days ago, and I’ve ignored him ever since…yet I only feel a little bad for messing with him just now.”
A sharp sting of…something hits my chest, and I face forward to hide the frown it draws.
“He deserves to stress a bit,” I tell her. “You’re a lot to lose, baby girl. He needs to feel that, and chasing after you all this time ain’t the same. He needs the threat of another to really feel it, you know.” That’s how it goes, right? We want what we can’t have?