Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Not like one?” I offered. “Why do you say that?”
She threw her head back and giggled. “Mainly, I would’ve pictured you as a rugby player, or a bodybuilder before I thought you were a physician. It’s nice to know that I know someone in the hospital now, though. I just moved here about six weeks ago, and it’s getting kind of pathetic with how little I do.”
I wanted to invite her to do me, but chose to remain respectful… at least for now, anyway.
“This game is different than what we normally do.” Madden paused, catching both of our attention. “Have y’all seen those viral videos going around where the woman climbs around a man using only her arms and legs, grip only, and then goes up and over the man’s shoulder and down his back before coming up between his legs to get back to their original positions?”
I had seen that.
I’d just never thought I’d be reenacting it.
But now that Madden brought it up, I was more than ready to give it a try.
Having Nola surrounding me? That definitely sounded like no hardship.
“Oh, boy,” Nola said, her frame freezing. “I have to tell you. I’m not very good at stuff like this.”
I gave her a squeeze. “It’s all fun, Doc. If we lose, we lose.”
She gave me a worried look. “It doesn’t appear that you lose very often.”
She had a point but…
“The only catch is the male cannot help the female at all. All work is to be done on the lady’s end!” Madden continued.
That’s when Nola’s eyes squeezed shut.
“You okay?” I asked teasingly.
She opened her mouth, then closed it as if she wanted to say something but didn’t think it was appropriate.
“Come on,” I urged. “Just say it.”
Her eyes took me in. “Just the thought of getting to wrap my arms and legs around you sends excitement surging through my belly.”
I found a grin forming on my lips. “Same, darlin’. Same.”
I then held out my hands for her when everyone started to mount their partners.
Madden really didn’t think this all the way through.
Though, then again, most of the people that were playing were married or in a relationship of some sort.
So this wasn’t awkward for anyone but the lady standing in front of me.
Because I sure as hell wasn’t going to find any problems with having her that close.
“All right, ten seconds!” Madden all but bellowed over the cheering crowd.
“Yo, bro,” Johan said as he gestured toward me from the sidelines. He’d, of course, not chosen Sophia, who was frowning hard beside him. “Don’t drop her. She’s too pretty to get hurt.”
Nola snorted hard.
Then she hesitantly walked up toward me, her face a polite mask.
She bit her lip, and I had to stop from laughing. “Come on. Jump.”
She blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it, and then did just that.
I caught her easily, my hands going to the smooth skin at the back of her thighs where her short shorts didn’t cover.
When I’d walked in, I’d started stripping before I’d even gotten so much as a hello to anyone.
It’d been when I was walking around the weights that were scattered on the floor that my eyes caught on the ass.
The sexy, wow she has major junk in her trunk, ass.
Her ass wasn’t a voluminous ass, either. It was muscular and toned, as if she did a lot of work to make it that way. And her thighs. As a man that worked out—and had been in the Navy before that—I admired a nice set of muscular thighs on a woman.
And man, did Nola have some thighs. They weren’t small, either. They were thick. As if she worked out for fuckin’ days to make those thighs so damn toned.
But her words and her ass and thighs didn’t line up.
Maybe it was genetic. Maybe what she had was just a stroke of fuckin’ luck.
Whatever she had, she had a skinny waist, small boobs, and a great set of ass and thighs.
It was something that really fuckin’ turned me on, and I didn’t really even know why.
I was normally the type of man that strayed toward tits for days, not thighs.
But as I allowed my hands to roam up and down the top of Nola’s thighs, I realized that with this girl, I’d be a whatever-the-hell she wanted to give me kind of guy.
Her thighs tightened around my waist, and I groaned.
“Wow,” I said. “Your legs are pretty powerful.”
She snickered.
“Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t work out. This is just how they are. In high school, they used to drive me nuts. Now that American Eagle has come out with super stretchy skinny jeans, though, I find my life much easier to live.”
I snorted and curled my arms around her bottom, giving her ass something to rest on while everyone else got up into position around me.