Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 144840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I text Captain to let him know I left so Zoey doesn’t go looking for me and let Maddoc know I’ll be missing the first part of the movie he wanted to watch tonight.
I’m turning into the school lot minutes later. I could easily pull up on the property, drive around to the back and avoid a walk, get there sooner.
I think I’ll sneak up on her instead.
Brielle
I push off the siding, gliding from one end to the other before coming up for a breath. I walk out as deep as I can reach, dropping my head back.
I smile at the stars, zoning in on the Little Dipper, but I don’t short myself the rest of the night sky.
The stars, they’re bright and shining, lighting up the dark sky and giving hope to those of us reaching for more, searching for a sign it’s out there.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, choking on it a second later when my peacefulness is interrupted.
“Fuck you doing?”
I gasp and whip around, searching the night for the one and only Royce Brayshaw.
He slips through the gate, sliding up in a pair of black jeans and a sleeveless gray T-shirt, tattoos proudly displayed, not that he thinks about that.
His art of choice isn’t for the sake of others, but himself.
One day he’ll be decked out, looking the part of a polo player and the next, be center stage at a sold-out hip-hop concert. He could even hop on a Harley and fit into the roughest of biker clubs. He’s universal perfection.
He tips his head and I remember he asked a question.
What am I doing?
“Swimming.” I dip down until the water is just beneath my lips. “You gonna tell?”
He scoffs and slips closer, his face now half illuminated by the light. “Tell who, me?” he mocks. “Ain’t nobody else gonna get you in trouble.”
I roll my eyes and spin around, smiling at the resistance of my widespread fingers under the water. I face him again. “So am I?”
“Are you what?”
“In trouble.”
He studies me a long moment, and then he’s kicking his shoes off, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping his jeans.
He steps toward the water, the gleam of the moon catching and radiating off the chain that he leaves draped around his neck, allowing me to see it for the first time. Not that he realizes it.
It’s not too thick, reaches just below his pecs, and from it hangs a perfect circle, a crest-like charm that I can’t make out.
His hand comes up, rubbing along his stomach and my eyes fly to the spot, to the clean, tan satin of his skin that disappears into the silk of his boxers.
I swallow. “Your cocks are on.”
He smirks.
“Socks!” I shout. Oh my god, what is wrong with me?! “Your socks. They’re on.”
He ignores me and makes his way over to the diving boards. He climbs all the way up to the highest platform, and with ease and precision, dives straight in.
An exhilarating jolt shoots through me and I laugh, tracing the empty air back up to the top and then dunking under, searching for him deep in the dark water.
He swims right for me, and when he begins to rise, I do too.
My smile slowly fades as I stare at him, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“You like to swim.” He decides.
“I love the water.” I slide backward a few steps and he swims in. “We didn’t go outside during summer when we were little, so I never actually learned the whole swimming part. Sad for a Cancer, right? Water is supposed to be my element.”
A shadow slips over his eyes. “Is that supposed to magically save you from drowning?”
I laugh. “No.”
“So why’d you hop in the pool, in the dark, alone, if you can’t swim?”
“I don’t leave the shallow end. I just push off the side where I can reach, and glide from one corner to the other.”
“You can’t swim.”
I turn, kick off the edge and begin doggy paddling, but my body begins to sink so I let my feet fall back to the bottom. Laughing, I turn to him.
“I can doggy paddle, Playboy. Kind of.”
A grin pulls at his lips and he stands now in the shallow end with me. “That’s pathetic, even my niece’s doggy paddle game is stronger than that.”
I smile.
Royce’s face goes slack, realizing he’s, once again, slid out from behind the armor he’s built so strong around him, and this time, what slipped out was about something, someone, far more precious in his life.
He whips around, disappearing under the water.
A niece. He has a niece.
I want to ask more, but when Royce comes up, it’s right in front of me. He towers over me, a heavy warning in his shaky glare. “Forget what I said, do you understand? Mention her and I’ll—”