Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Zara—”
“How’s this for prude?”
And then before I can think about it, or tell myself to stop being crazy, or just fucking check myself, I march right over to Griffin, reach up, grab his face and yank him down as my lips crash into his.
Hard.
And sparks freaking fly. I moan as I suddenly feel his big hands slide over my waist, yanking me against him as he groans into my mouth. I whimper, kissing him wildly and sinking into him.
Fuck he’s a good kisser.
And so big. I mean Anders is big guy, but Griffin is just massive. His big arms circle me, pulling me into him, and I moan, feeling so tiny in his embrace. His tongue finds mine, and I lose myself, my feet feeling like they’re leaving the ground before I realize they’re actually leaving the ground. Griffin lifts me easily, kissing me passionately and slowly before he gently sets me back down.
Somehow, we break apart, panting, this look of pure heat on his face.
“Okay, uh….” Carson clears his throat, and I turn to see him arching a brow at the two of us.
“So, that was interesting.”
“You,” I growl, my eyes locking on him as the fire inside of me burns out of control. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, or what’s coming over me. But all I do know is that kissing Anders, and now kissing Griffin, has lit something wild inside of me. Suddenly every single “you prude” type comment I ever heard from Trisha, and every single insecurity I’ve ever had about being in the shadow of prettier, more popular girls, comes rushing out.
“You,” I say heatedly as I march towards Carson, who’s only a few feet away.
“Let’s drop this ‘prude’ thing, okay?”
“Whatever you say.”
He grins.
“Prud—”
And that’s when I kiss him. That’s when I step right into him, grab his perfect face, pull him down to my lips, and kiss him hard. And good lord does he kiss me back. I gasp into his lips as his arms wrap around me, his hands sliding over my back and pulling me tight to him as he growls fiercely into my lips. I moan, falling against him and gasping as the kiss grows deeper, and burns hotter, until my head is spinning, and my body is aching for more.
We come apart panting and wild-eyed, and before my brain can scream at me to stop with the crazy shit, I whirl, grab Griffin by the t-shirt, and yank him into me. He growls, grabbing my hips from behind as I twist my head to meet his mouth. Our tongues tease together, and I moan wildly, feeling totally out of control and totally loving it as Carson moves against my front. His hands tease up my ribs through my t-shirt, and lips tasting the skin of my neck as I kiss Griffin.
And that’s when the sound of a door slamming shut about gives me a fucking heart attack.
I gasp, yanking my mouth away from Griffin’s perfect lips as I whirl for the door, and my heart sinks. Because standing right there, a wild, fierce look in his eyes and his jaw clenched tight, is Anders.
“Well,” he growls, folding his arms over his chest as his eyes burn into mine and as hungry look crosses his face.
“Well okay then.”
6
Griffin
The room is silent, and for a second, it’s like Zara isn’t even there. For a second, it’s just me, Carson, and Anders just looking at each other. And then, slowly, like on cue, we all three turn our gazes back to a red-faced, panting, trembling Zara. My eyes drag over her, and something inside of my chest burns fiercely.
Okay, what the fuck just happened? But then, I do know what just happened, and that’s what scares me. Because I know what that kiss was. I know what it meant. That shit was real.
But then, I saw the way she kissed Carson, and goddamn, that was real too. And the way Anders is staring at her right now?
Well, we might just have a problem here. Not because we all kissed the same girl, though, that’s never happened before as far as I know. No, we might have a problem here because I think we all just realize we all really like this girl.
This is bad, for a number of reasons. For one, we’re all best friend—brothers basically. And I know none of us would ever let anything come between us. But fuck, Zara’s sure in the running to be that something, that’s for damn sure. And then for two, we want this band to succeed. It’s too much our passion to fuck it up with, well, this.
Zara’s face turns even more red, and she slowly backs away.
“I—”
She swallows, her face suddenly paling as she glances around at all of us.