Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, dropping my head forward into the spray of hot water. “Do you two ever stop arguing? You’re like a broken record.”
Jax lets out a heavy sigh and turns toward me, resting his arms over the wall between us, and if I weren’t so confident in his sexuality, I’d be nervous about the way Jax’s gaze drops, checking out the merchandise. “The fuck do you want?” I question, reaching for the tap and turning it off.
“I just—” He lets out a heavy sigh and stares off at the wall behind me. “Do you think Ari’s been fucking around with other guys?”
Grabbing my towel, I quickly dry off and wrap it around my hips. “I think the second you told her it was never going to happen between you two, you lost all right to know.”
“Yeah but … fuck. Come on, man,” he whines, following me out of the showers as Riley passes on his way in, his phone in one hand and a suspicious bottle of cream in the other. “Surely Bri has said something to you, right? She’d know if Ari’s fucking someone.”
I stop at my locker and look back at Jax, giving him a hard stare. “If it bothers you so fucking much, go and ask her yourself,” I tell him. “Bri hasn’t told me shit.”
He looks at me as though he knows I’m lying, and he’d be right. I am, but I’m not about to tell him that Ari is still messed up, still living in a world of hurt over his rejection. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl longing over someone the way Ari longs for Jax, but I have to give it to her, she does a good job hiding it.
Letting out a sigh, Jax sits back on the bench, sulking as I quickly get dressed, determined to get out of here and spend the rest of my afternoon buried deep inside my girl. After stuffing my training bag with all my shit, I grab my phone and keys out of my locker and turn back toward Jax, hating that he’s so down about all of this. “Have you considered that maybe there is something there with Ari? Something real? You’re too messed up over her for this to be nothing.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Jax says. “I’ve told you, I don’t think about her that way.”
“Right,” I mutter. “You’ve been obsessing over whether she’s been fucking someone else for the past twenty minutes, and yesterday, you were wondering what she was doing while you were busy keeping the bench warm. And the day before that—”
“Alright,” Jax rushes out. “I get your fucking point.”
I arch a brow as I reach for the strap of my bag. “Do you, though?”
Jax rolls his eyes as though I’m the one being unreasonable, and just as I go to lift my bag onto my shoulder, Riley comes striding out of the showers rocking a semi with his phone still in his hand and a satisfied grin across his face. Hell, the asshole didn’t even bother to cover up with a towel.
“Awwwww, fuck no,” Hudson says, noticing Riley at the same time I do.
Riley gives him a dopey grin and holds up his phone, flashing us the screen to see some random Instagram model. “I’m in love,” he says with a sigh, stopping by Jax and dropping down on the bench beside him, stretching out so that his dick flops down between his legs, just dangling there for everyone to see.
Here we go again. This wouldn’t be the first Instagram model Riley’s fallen in love with, and it won’t be the last, but hell, anything is better than him frothing at the mouth over Brielle. I’ll take it any day.
Logan tries to avert his eyes as Jax reaches over and snatches Riley’s phone out of his hand. He glances over the screen, checking out this girl’s page. “Fuck, man. This chick is hot,” he says, finding a bikini pic and stopping his scrolling as he checks out the way her tits practically spill out of her top. “Where’d you find this one?”
Riley shrugs as Logan tosses a towel at him, covering his dick. “Don’t know, man. She liked a few of my pics and that was all it took.”
“When are you meeting her?” Jax questions as he holds the phone out for me to glance over.
“I, umm …. I don’t know,” Riley says with a strange hesitation in his tone as I take the phone and scan over the girl’s name, @Bad_GirlZoe18, and immediately shake my head. Trust Riley to fall madly in love with a woman who calls herself a bad girl. I haven’t even scrolled further and I already know they’re practically soul mates.
Out of habit, my thumb reaches to the top right of the phone, clicking on their private messages and my brows furrow seeing it completely blank. “Wait,” I say, my gaze shooting up to Riley’s. “You haven’t messaged this chick yet?”