Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
When we enter the second club, we continue to dance and drink. Eventually, she mentions needing to find a bathroom, but I don’t let her go alone.
“I’ll join you.”
Zoey gives me a weird look but doesn’t argue. I’m a damn gentleman, after all. I hold her drink and wait in the hallway. Once she’s done, I take her hand and lead her to the outside patio where we can sit for a minute.
“Is your sister gonna be upset that you’re spending your time with me instead of her?” Even though she sits so close that our knees touch, I want her even closer.
Zoey sips from her straw. “Highly doubtful. The other girls are giving her plenty of attention. Not to mention your friend.”
I smirk, knowing how much of an attention whore Diesel is. “Don’t worry, he’s actually harmless. He wouldn’t touch a soon-to-be married woman.”
“What about you? You have someone waiting for you at home?” she asks coyly, which causes me to grin.
“Nope. I work a lot on the ranch, and when I’m not, I’m helping at my family’s bar. When I first turned twenty-one, I’d go out often, but work and family come first,” I tell her honestly. I haven’t dated since high school, but I don’t mention that. I’ve had hookups, but it never turns into anything more.
“How old are you exactly?” she asks.
“I’ll be twenty-three in July. What about you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Ah, so you’re just a baby,” I tease.
Zoey snorts. “You’re less than two years older than me.”
“But with life experience, I’m much, much older.” I wink.
A Missy Elliot song starts playing, and everyone, including Zoey, loses their shit. “Oh my God, super old school! We gotta dance to this.” She sets down her now empty drink and pulls me inside before I can protest, not that I would’ve.
Just as Missy tells us to get our freak on, Zoey wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling our bodies flush. I hold her body to mine, then slide down to her ass, squeezing. People bump and grind all around us, singing obnoxiously loud, but my only focus is on her as I think about how gorgeous she looks in my arms. The look she’s giving me tells me she wants more than just this.
The music fades, and another song roars through the club, and I have to taste her. Cupping her face, I capture her mouth, causing her to gasp as I slip my tongue between her beautiful, soft lips. I slow my pace, allowing her to push me away if she wants, but when she doesn’t, I tilt her chin up and deepen the kiss.
“Mmm…” She moans as she twirls her tongue with mine.
“Fuck, Zoey.” I kiss my way down her neck before finding her soft lips again. “Don’t make those kinds of noises when I can’t rip off your clothes.”
Her eyes are open and on me in a second. Lust fills them, but I can’t tell if my words offended her or if she’s thinking the same thing. By the way her breathing hitches, I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.
CHAPTER SIX
ZOEY
By the time we’re dropped off at the third stop, I’m beyond buzzed, though part of me thinks the alcohol isn’t the only thing making me feel high on life. The moment Riley’s lips touched mine, my world tilted, and I never wanted anything more than to get lost in his kiss.
I love how he can’t keep his hands off me, the way my body responds when he’s close, and the harsh feel of his facial hair against my soft skin. I want to scratch my nails down his back as our bodies rock in rhythm on the dance floor. His movements heighten my senses, making me wish we were alone so I could do inappropriate things to him.
There’s a nice rooftop patio at the club, and it’s where we all meet. My sister is happily plastered, and she has that glassy look on her face that tells me she’s not feeling a damn thing. Tomorrow, we’ll undoubtedly all feel like shit, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime trip, so I’m taking full advantage of letting loose while I can.
“You feeling okay, sis?” I ask with another drink in my hand. It doesn’t even taste like alcohol anymore, and I’ve lost count of what number this is.
“Never. Better.” She pronounces her words slowly and carefully, making us giggle.
“To Summer’s last week of freedom!” Chelsea shouts, and we hold up our drinks and cheer.
“You excited to be tied down to one man forever?” Diesel challenges.
“They were high school sweethearts,” I explain. “They’re sickly in love!”
“He’s always been the one,” Chelsea slurs with a cheesy grin.
I adore him and am really happy they’re finally tying the knot after all this time.
“Are you excited for the big day?” Riley asks. “Or nervous?”