Broken Hill Havoc Read online Sheridan Anne (Broken Hill High Series #5)

Categories Genre: College, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Broken Hill High Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“You’re going to walk around campus talking to random guys hoping to get Brooke laid?”

“It’s not like that,” I tell him.

“I don’t care,” he grunts, turning back to the old car as I come up beside him. “I don’t like it.”

I let out a heavy sigh as I grab his large forearm and force him to look back at me. “She wants what we have,” I explain. “She was in her element when she was with Max. She never knew it before but being someone’s girlfriend means something to her and she wants that back.”

His eyes widen in shock. “With Max?”

“No, with someone else,” I laugh. “Come on, you know we’ll be careful. It’s not like we’re going to walk into the middle of a frat house and put her up on offer. We’ll probably end up at some coffeehouse, perving on random guys, and not actually talking to them.”

It’s Nate’s turn to let out a heavy breath. “Fine, but the second some loser starts hitting on you, I want you out.”

“I know you don’t believe it, but I can handle myself just fine.”

His greased up hand winds around my waist and I’m sure I have black smudges all over my white tank, though something tells me that he knows exactly what he’s doing, especially as he pulls me in tight and kisses me deeply.

Nate adjusts us so my light blue, ripped jeans are pressed up against the dirty old car as he pushes his solid body in hard against mine, letting me feel every single inch of his glorious body. He grinds his hips into mine before sliding his hands down my body and lifting me onto the edge of the open hood. He forces his hips in between my legs, letting me feel him right there against me.

“When those guys are trying to take what’s mine,” he murmurs against my lips, grinding himself against me and making me shudder with need. “Just remember what you’ve got here and what only I can do to your body. How only I know you well enough to know that when I do this,” he says, sliding his hand down my body and pressing his fingers against that bundle of nerves just the way I like it, making me gasp for more, “you want to scream.”

My hands curl around to his back and begin bunching up the fabric of his shirt, suddenly not giving a shit about how dirty I get. Hell, with Nate, I’ll be more than happy to get all kinds of dirty. I mean, he can’t touch me like that and not expect to screw me. Only an idiot would leave his girl needy like this before sending her out into the world of college guys.

But that’s my calculating boyfriend, always two steps ahead. He knew exactly what he was doing when he touched me, and he wanted to make sure my body was thoroughly satisfied before I go looking at the wide selection on offer at BHU.

Though, it’s not like he has anything to worry about. He’s my man and I wouldn’t dream of being with anyone else. He knows it, I know it, and every last person in Broken Hill knows it. He just likes playing games.

Nate helps me to pull his shirt over his head and my hands instantly come down on his strong body. I mean, I will never get enough of this. He’s a piece of artwork, carved from the most exquisite stone. The chest, abs, and shoulders are one thing, but add the deep ridges around his hips and the defined ‘V’ that points down to what every woman who knows Nate Ryder is desperately wanting. He’s just… wow. And he’s all mine.

His hands reach for the front of my jeans and I push my hips forward, needing him to hurry.

“Yo,” a frustratingly familiar voice calls out through the shop. “Where you at?”

Damn it.

Nate’s hands stop working my button as his head falls to my shoulder. “For fuck’s sake,” he groans, running his hand up my back and coming to a stop at the back of my neck. He pulls back and softly kisses me. “Sorry.”

“You owe me,” I murmur.

“You fucking bet I do.”

Jesse waltzes into the shop with Kaylah tucked under his arm and a grin plastered over his face. He falters for a second as he takes in our position up against the old car and the less than thrilled expression on Nate’s face. “Oh, shit,” he laughs. “Did we interrupt something?”

“You fucking know you did,” Nate growls, stepping out of my arms and grabbing his shirt off the floor, making my body shut down in utter disappointment. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jesse says as they continue walking over towards us. “Just wanted to see what you guys were doing. It’s Saturday afternoon. Shouldn’t you call it a day?”


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