Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
She complies, her baby blues are heavy lidded, and she bites that plump lower lip.
“Fuck.” I hold her gaze as she starts to lose her rhythm because she’s going to come, so I grip her hips and keep her steady. “That’s it, love. Come all over me. Make a mess, sweetheart.”
“Holy shit,” she groans and bears down, clenching my cock like a goddamn vise, and pulls my own orgasm out of me.
“Goddamn.” I rock up, and then I yank her down into my arms so I can hold her to me as I continue to come inside her. “Jesus.”
“Good times.” She smirks and bites my pec. “Welp, that was fun. I have shit to do.”
She tries to roll off me, but I lock her down and flip her beneath me.
“I feel so used,” I grumble against her lips before nibbling on them.
“Aww. Poor baby.” She looks so fucking pleased with herself as she grips onto my ass. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back here again later. But first, I have to get ready for this big shindig tonight.”
I glance at the clock. “That’s not for about twelve hours, Red.”
“Tell that to Brit. The woman has us in appointments all day. You won’t even recognize me when they’re done with me.”
I narrow my eyes and brush my nose over hers. “I’d recognize you anywhere. Always. In this life and the next one.”
“Oh.” Her eyes soften, and she smiles softly. “Who says jocks can’t be the sweetest ever?”
“Whoever says that is an asshole. When do you have to leave?”
“In an hour. I have to shower and wash my hair, and then it has to be dry when I leave.”
“Good. I can help with that.”
She shakes her head, but she’s still smiling. “That means it’ll take longer than an hour.”
“It’s my shindig, wildcat. Who the fuck cares?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
IVY
“Wow,” Brit says when I walk out of the dressing room. We decided to not only do hair, makeup, pedicures, manicures, and the best sushi lunch ever, but we thought it would be fun to get dressed together, too, so we could hype each other up.
Britney Cooper is the ultimate hype girl.
I love her to death.
“Honey, he’s going to swallow his tongue.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Then he and Coop both are going to be tongueless because that red dress on you is absolutely amazing.”
We both turn to the mirror and check ourselves out.
The beautiful brunette next to me is in a formfitting red dress that is covered in sequins, has a high neckline and no sleeves, and makes her look seven feet tall. I love her willowy figure. Her hair is up, and her makeup is flawless.
“You’re a stunner,” I tell her. “Like, if I weren’t so gone over Xander and swung for the other team, I’d be hitting on you right now.”
“You’re the sweetest,” Brit says. “Okay, turn around.”
I went with the green dress because of the red hair, and I know it’s cliché, but I have to admit, it’s really pretty.
It has what the sales associate called a boat neckline, and it’s held up with spaghetti straps and a prayer because there’s no back on this sucker.
Which means no bra.
“I’ve never let the girls go loose before,” I admit with a cringe. “I’m too big for that.”
“That’s a bunch of malarkey,” Britney replies. I love her Southernisms. She cracks me up. “You’re showing the perfect amount of side boob, and I wish I had your tits.”
I smooth my hands down the front. “It’s not too clingy around my hips?”
“You’re showing your curves, and they’re hot as fuck. It’s not too clingy. That silk was made for you, and the emerald color is so damn perfect. And you were right when you insisted on keeping your hair down.”
I turn to the side so I can see part of the back. The silk plunges down just above my ass, and everyone said I should keep my hair up to show it off, but Xander likes it down.
So, we curled it into loose waves, shrinking it up just a bit so you get a peek of skin between my hair and butt. I have it pulled back on one side with a pretty comb, and I have to admit, the look works.
Add in the red-soled black heels and the black clutch, and I look damn good.
“The boys are ready for us,” Brit says, checking her phone. We’re in her condo, another gorgeous penthouse near Xander’s, and she had a bedroom made into a dressing room just for this occasion.
“This has been fun,” I tell her and lean over to air-kiss her cheek so I don’t mess up our makeup. “Thank you for everything.”
“Thank you. You have to come every year now. It’s our thing.” She winks at me and then opens the door so we can walk out to the living area where the guys are waiting.