Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you doing here?” Corbin growls.
She seems oblivious, which is typical for socially awkward Britt, who doesn’t really understand emotions. It’s also one of everyone’s favorite things about her.
“Dancing. I love dancing,” she says honestly. “I come here since they allow eighteen-year-olds in. Silk doesn’t let me in very often unless Dane allows it. And for some reason, he quit letting me come.”
Dane has apparently seen his little sister dance. Fucking hilarious.
“For some reason?” Maverick asks incredulously in an usually higher octave. “Let’s get you home. Where the hell did you get that dress? Do you know what guys think when you wear something like that? They want more than a conversation.”
She beams at him. “I know. I’m trying to fit in, and most girls my age are engaging in sexual relations. Guys seem to lose interest when I speak, but they enjoy my dancing. With the copious amounts of alcoholic beverages they consume in an establishment such as this, I’m hoping they can overlook my lack of communication skills.”
Corbin pales as Maverick chokes on air. “You’re looking for a booty call?” Maverick squeaks, immediately clearing his throat afterwards. “You can’t do that!”
“Why not? You two do it. I just want the virginal membrane to be torn so that I can honestly tell other girls my age that I’m no longer the ‘Virginal Princess’ they keep referring to me as. It’s not an endearing term if their tones tell me anything. But for some reason, males seem to believe there’s something wrong with me mentally, and they state they won’t take advantage. Or they run away when I tell them I’m Britt Sterling. Perhaps other males are alluding to the fact I may have mental problems. I don’t. I just don’t understand social interaction, but I’m getting better. You know?”
I laugh harder, and poor Allie looks confused as hell.
Britt has no idea that changing her last name to Sterling might have severed the ties to her past, but it has basically made her off limits to any guy in Sterling Shore that is attached to keeping his balls.
“The few males who have approached me and were willing to have sexual relations with me didn’t stimulate me enough to become aroused by their appearance, and I hear it can be painful without arousal,” Britt adds, and Corbin groans again while I laugh even harder. “It’s a rite of passage that I need to pass into adulthood. That’s all it is, so stop acting as though it’s a bigger deal.”
Allie turns to me, her eyes wide in her head in disbelief, and Corbin tugs Britt’s hand, glaring at every guy in here that is staring at her ass.
“Maybe some men would prefer a more aggressive female,” Britt states, ignoring Corbin’s insistent tug. She spaces out as though she’s thinking it over in her head. She turns toward Allie. “Have you had a lot of sexual encounters?”
Allie chokes on air.
“How did you convince Wren to have sex with you? He’s not the type to seduce women.”
The hell? I seduced Allie, damn it. I just don’t go after any woman.
“He… um… actually, he’s the one who initiated it,” Allie says uncomfortably. “And if a guy isn’t willing to come after you, then you shouldn’t have sex with them,” she adds, trying to keep Corbin and Maverick from having an aneurism.
“We’re taking you home,” Maverick growls.
“But I still haven’t found someone compatible to—”
“Now,” Corbin growls, interrupting her. “I’ll call our driver. Dane is going to blow a gasket.”
They wave at us while Britt frowns.
Allie turns toward me again. “They wouldn’t have sex with her, would they?” she asks, concerned.
My stomach roils. “Hell no. They’re literally taking her home. They’ll probably try locking her in her house. They consider her family, even though she’s not blood related.”
She calms down slightly, and I silently curse the way our first date has gone. Damn Sterlings.
“You want to dance?” Allie asks, looking up at me with a vixen’s grin. “I wouldn’t mind hearing your voice do that deep thing it did when I ground my hips on you earlier.”
She’s temptation by definition. “I’ll end up dragging you to the bathroom and fucking you.”
A slight blush creeps up her neck, and she bites down on her bottom lip before freeing it. “I’ll let you.”
Yeah. My cock is officially painfully hard now.
“Then lead the way.”
Chapter 28
ALLIE
Bella follows us inside Tag Master’s ungodly huge home. Wren’s house is the same massive size, but we don’t go there. Bella keeps me from slipping up and forgetting that I can’t let Angel know I’m dating her father.
Yes, I realize how screwed up that sounds.
If we were at Wren’s home, Bella wouldn’t be there, and I’d end up revealing to Angel that I’m very much head-over-heels in love way too soon. I keep telling myself it’s just the honeymoon phase, but I’ve never done this before.