Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I think you’re making too much about your brother being upset,” Bain says.
“He’d kill you,” I retort.
“I’ve got several inches and a good thirty pounds on him. Not worried about it.”
I’m not worried either because while Drake blusters a lot about his teammates staying away from me, he’s not that domineering. He’s putting on the front of protective big brother and I let him have his fun with it, but he doesn’t control me.
No one does.
“But really,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. I disregard the way my heart is still thumping from that kiss or the ache between my legs at the thought of him bending me over my car. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I knew you were here because you told me you watched the boys on home game nights.”
“And?”
“And I thought maybe I could talk you into letting me come home with you tonight,” he replies, his eyebrows arching with hope.
“But we said we weren’t going to see each other again. Remember? It was a one-night stand.”
“We were together two nights, so we can’t say that anymore.”
“Whatever. The point is, neither one of us want commitment or monogamy. We both like to play the field.”
“All true,” he concedes and then surprises me with an incredibly gentle move. He steps in close, tucks my hair behind my ear and studies my face a moment. “But you have to admit, the sex is out of this fucking world and I was thinking, since neither of us is sleeping with anyone else at the moment—”
“Who says I’m not sleeping with anyone else?” I ask.
Gone is the easygoing, charming man as his eyes ice over. “Are you?”
“No,” I mutter. “But maybe I’ll want to.”
“Little liar,” he says, his words rumbling with censure.
“I’m going home,” I say and start to turn away, but he has my arm in his hand.
Reeling me into him, he brings his other hand to hold me behind my neck. I’m almost paralyzed with tension, wondering if he’ll devour me right here.
Instead, I get more words. An argument, really. “Look… there’s no way we can’t not see each other. There will be parties, games, team events. It’s going to be difficult for either of us to pretend antipathy, especially when we both know how combustible we are together. So I have a suggestion.”
I’m hypnotized by his words, how good he smells and the sexual energy vibing between our bodies. “What’s that?”
“We go full-on friends with benefits. We can be friends at all these social events where we’ll see each other, and on the down low, we’ll fuck like wild animals. It’s a perfect situation.”
Hmm… the concept of friends with benefits has always held allure to me, although I’ve never really tried it. Since my last serious relationship, which ended in absolute disaster, it’s been one-night stands and never with anyone I liked well enough to be friends.
But Bain is so charming and fun. He’d make a great buddy. “But we’d just be friends. Nothing more than that,” I press.
“Right. Just friends.” He grins at me, hand squeezing the back of my neck. “Who fuck like wild animals.”
“Are we agreeing to monogamy?” I ask carefully, because that’s a tricky line to cross. It sounds an awful lot like commitment, which I’m firmly against. I don’t want to be at his behest or beck and call. I want to be my own person who can just have great sex when we can fit it into the schedule.
“I’ve given that some thought and I’ll give you my two cents. We’ve both had unprotected sex and then we took tests. Right now, with you on birth control, we don’t have to use condoms. And I’m sure you’ll agree, it’s better without. So I’m willing to stay monogamous if you are.” He leans in, puts his lips near my ear. “Nothing better than fucking you bare.”
A shiver hits me hard, standing my hair on edge. Bain is such an easygoing guy so when he talks dirty, it’s like a triple punch of lust-inducing magic. He’s not wrong about how good that feels.
Conflicting emotions battle within, as I weigh the risks against the undeniable pull Bain has on me. It’s tempting, an opportunity to satiate the desires we both share, without needing to commit to him completely.
Only my body, but never my heart.
After a moment of contemplation, I meet his gaze. “Okay, then… friends with benefits. We have monogamous sex but past that, we owe each other nothing. There are no expectations other than if we want to break the monogamy agreement, we just let the other person know.”
Triumph flashes in his eyes but I don’t mind it. I know he thinks he won something, but hell, so have I.
“Can I come home with you tonight?” he asks.
Memories of our two prior times together, both so frantic we didn’t even get past my living room, surge through me. “Yeah,” I murmur, lifting to my tiptoes to press my lips to his neck. “Let’s try to make it to a bed, though, okay?”