Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“What is taking you all so long?!” My mom’s head pops out from one of the doors into the hallway.
“I’m guessing that’s my unit?” I tease.
“Come on and hurry your booty!” She opens the door wider as we walk down the hallway toward her. I force a bigger smile on my face, not wanting anyone to know all the things rushing through my mind.
It’s not hard. Not anymore. I’ve pretty much perfected it after all these years.
Chapter Two
River
“Come on, River, what about the blonde?” Jack nudges me with his elbow, and I look up from my laptop.
“Out of your league,” I tell him and go back to typing.
“You’re wrong,” I hear him say as he keeps talking with Andy and Harris.
The four of us came to the quad to study, but I realized pretty quickly that I’m the only one actually doing it. They’re watching girls go by while they bet on which one could fuck her. I must be the only one with reasonable self-control and a fifteen-page report due tomorrow.
“You couldn’t even get her number.” Harris shakes his head.
Jack rolls his eyes. “I bet you couldn’t get her number.”
“Yeah, and what will you give me when I do?” Harris is taking the bait, which is a mistake. I know the blonde they’re talking about, and her girlfriend would laugh in their faces.
“I’ll buy your beers tonight.” Jack holds up his finger before Harris can agree. “But if she doesn't, you're buying mine.”
“Deal,” Harris says and takes off across the quad.
“Sucker,” Jack says under his breath, and then I remember he’s in that class with me too. He just played Harris like a violin.
“He’s going to regret this,” Andy agrees.
The three of us watch Harris make his way over, but he doesn't get three words out of his mouth before she’s shutting him down and walking away. Harris stands there stunned because it’s not often women turn him down.
“She didn’t speak English,” Harris says as he flops down next to me, and we all laugh. “It’s true,” he lies again, digging his hole deeper.
I go back to ignoring them as they argue and then go back to making bets. We all met our freshmen year in the dorms. We were all on the same floor and ended up hanging out almost every night. We still do when we can, but I’m not one for going out to bars and that’s their favorite thing at the moment.
Their second-favorite thing to do is make bets. Doesn’t matter what it’s about, but usually it involves hooking up and ends with the guys looking like fools. I don’t know why they can’t understand that women aren’t stupid.
“God, I need a blow job,” Harris groans as his head falls back.
“Who doesn’t?” Jack agrees.
Andy nods to something behind me. “Speaking of blow jobs. Fuck, that one looks like she could suck a dick all night.”
Jack and Harris sit up and stare over my shoulder with wide eyes. I’m surprised because they don’t usually have this kind of reaction to someone. At least not without a few drinks.
When I glance back, my fingers on the keyboard freeze. It’s her.
Felipe gave me a heads-up that Mara was coming to school here, but I thought with a campus this big, there’s no way I’d run into her. Even if I might have wanted to. Apparently I was wrong.
Mara is looking at the announcement board at the entrance to the quad and as she reads the papers people have tacked up, she licks her plump bottom lip. She has the kind of lips other women pay to have, but everything about Mara is natural.
“That ass would look good on my face,” Andy says, and I have the urge to backhand him across his mouth.
Instead, my eyes go to what he’s talking about and then I have the image of her round bubble butt smothering me to death. Fuck, that’s the way I’d want to die. It doesn’t help that she's got on tight booty shorts that are cut right at the cheek. It makes her thighs look thick, like I could dig my fingers into them. She’s wearing a T-shirt, which thankfully hides her big tits, because I couldn’t be responsible for their lives if they said something about that.
“Freshman fresh meat,” Harris says, and there’s a noise in the back of my throat that is something close to a growl. I play it off as a cough and then turn back around.
“She’s probably a prude,” I say and pretend to type. The words on the screen are jumbled up, and I can’t think straight.
“Nah, she looks like she knows what to do with a body like that.” Jack goes to stand up, but Andy stops him.
“I saw her first. I want this one.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like that,” Jack spits back. “I bet you can’t get her to go out with you.”