All the Right Moves (All The Right Moves #3) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: All The Right Moves Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“Laaaame…” Cubby groans, disappointed.

“I’m not done explaining it, Cubby. God.” Angelica skewers him with an icy glare and continues her explanation. “As I was saying, everyone gets a chance to spin. You drink the shot or choose someone around the table to make out with.”

“Who wants to play?” Shelby asks. “Show of hands.”

The majority of hands shoot up.

Weston grins and grabs Molly by the waist. “I’m in the mood for a sloppy make-out session.”

“Why do some of the shots have to be non-alcoholic?” Miles asks.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?”

Jenna rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, fine. We’ll make them all liquor. Are you happy?”

Cubby grins at her, wiggling his eyebrows seductively. “I’ll be happy when my tongue is down your throat.”

“Gross,” Molly whispers in mock horror at their display.

It takes a half hour, but we’re finally setup in the living room, the couches and recliners pushed to the far recesses of the room, with the big square coffee table in the middle. On the coffee table are two dozen shot glasses containing various boozes—dead center, an empty beer bottle.

We all take seats, crowding as best we can around the coffee table, barely fitting but not giving a shit.

“I’ll go first,” Blaze announces. “Since I’m the host.”

This earns him a few chuckles, and he steps forward, leaning across the table to spin the beer bottle. It only goes halfway around, landing on a clear liquid I assume is vodka.

“I’ll drink the shot. Bottoms up, dick lickers!” he announces before tipping the shot glass to his lips and downing it in one swallow. The glass slams back down on the table with a loud clatter, glass against glass. “Boom!”

“Oh, jeez,” Molly groans, amused. “You sure showed that shot who was boss, Blaze.”

“Damn straight I did.” He sizes her up. “Maybe next time I won’t take a shot. I’ll claim… a kiss!”

Molly crosses her arms and shakes her head with a laugh when he puckers his lips her way. “Forget it, buddy.”

Blaze may be licking his lips at Molly suggestively, but he quickly turns and lunges at Shelby, knocking her to the ground and pouncing on top of her. “Get off me, you idiot.” Shelby giggles as Blaze gives her neck a few playful nips with his teeth.

“Okayyy…” Angelica, the party pooper, huffs. “Guys, quit screwing around.” She puts the bottle upright on the table. “Chelsea, since you’re sitting next to Blaze, you can go next. We’ll just go in order around the table.”

Chelsea nods, moving to the table and giving the bottle a spin. “Ew, gross, that looks like the Goldschlager. I’m gonna have to steal a kiss, from…” Her voice trails off and her eyes dart around the room, passing over Stephan. “Weston! Come here, you freakin’ panty melter.”

“He is so a panty melter,” Jenna agrees.

Weston blushes and shuffles to the other side of the table, puckering his lips theatrically for Chelsea. The entire room erupts into fits of laughter as the two kiss briefly, awkwardly pressing their lips together before wiping their mouths afterwards in mock disgust.

“Ew, get off. You repulse me.” Chelsea pushes him away by the chest with a wink.

“Yuck.” Weston makes sputtering sounds, returning to a bright red Molly.

After Chelsea, it’s Stephan’s turn. He grabs the shot, pounds it down, then spins around, grabbing Chelsea by the shoulders and sticking his tongue down her throat. Cubby does the same when he’s up, drinking his shot and then pulling Jenna playfully to the ground with his hulky body.

Spin-the-Shots is a full-body contact sport. Who knew?

“Kiss me, you sexy bitch,” Cubby teases Jenna, yanking her to his broad chest. She tips her chin up and lets him devour her mouth right in front of the entire room.

Breathlessly, when they come up for air, Jenna puts a hand to her lips. “Wow. That was… whew!” She fans her face with her free hand.

That’s all the encouragement Cubby needs, and his meaty arm snakes around her waist, pulling her into his side and planting a loud, wet kiss on her temple. “That’s the Cubby Effect,” he informs her loudly. “Pleasing the ladies since 1993.”

Everyone groans.

Molly goes next, taking the shot, much to the disappointment of her adorning boyfriend. She is followed by Weston, who has us all keeled over laughing when he kisses a sputtering, indignant Cubby. After his turn, Miles grabs a revolted Shelby, planting a wet kiss on her disapproving, compressed lips. Jenna, who doesn’t even bother to spin the bottle for her turn, locks lips once again with Cubby.

They continue making out, leaning over the coffee table, until Angelica declares, “Hey, knock it off already, you two. It’s my turn!”

A knot of unease forms in the pit of my stomach as her bottle spins and spins, landing on vodka. She glances up, a sly grin across her perfectly shaped mouth. “I’m claiming a kiss,” she says, staring straight at me from across the table. “Caleb.”


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