Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I love him.
I love him so deeply, and honestly, I’m not just in love with him—I’m in love with all of them, even Carver. And that realization has something waking up inside of me. I’ve been fighting it this whole time, but right from the start it’s been there, building and building until I couldn’t possibly deny it anymore, and now that I know, all I want to do is scream it from every damn rooftop, but for now, I’ll settle with just telling King because he deserves to know what’s in my heart.
“You know what?” I murmur, watching as his eyes fill with curiosity. “I love you too.”
A soft smile spreads across his face and before he gets a chance to get all emotional about it, he flips the switch for the light, sending the room into darkness. There’s silence for a second before I feel his lips pressing against mine and his warm body sliding into bed beside me.
His arms wrap around my body, and as he pulls me in against his chest, I feel his soft breath hitting my skin. “It’s about damn time you figured it out.”
CHAPTER 26
Cardi B’s ‘Bodak Yellow’ blasts through my bathroom as I shake my ass under the hot stream of water that shoots from my shower. My hairbrush rests in my hand, my grip firm around the handle as I recite every damn lyric, spewing the words like they’re gospel, and fuck it, they are. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a song that speaks so directly to my soul.
I finished all the important showering things nearly an hour ago, but I’m still here rocking out, because why the hell not? I’m feeling good. It’s been a shitty few months, but last night’s realization of being in love with the boys has overshadowed all the bullshit and is shining so much brighter than anything else ever could. Even realizing that Ember, the girl who’s supposed to be my best friend has been lying to me about the boys. It doesn’t make sense and I’m determined to get to the bottom of it, but not now. Right now, it’s time to shake my ass and pretend that outside of these shower doors the world isn’t falling apart around me.
My fingers went pruney ages ago, but I don’t care. I’m content here in my little box of hot water and steam, though, it would be better if one of the guys would come and join me. I bet they’ll be down for my dance moves, and if they’re not, I’m sure I can figure out something else to do that might be a little more their speed.
Actually, scrap that, I’ll accept a visit from King, Cruz, and Grayson, but not Carver. We’re not there yet, not even close. He would just stand there and judge me with his brows furrowed and his lips all scrunched up, trying to make out that I was the weird one in the room.
As the days go by and we get past death threats and close calls, Carver and I become closer and closer as the hostility between us begins to fade. It’s as though we’re standing in an empty room, each of us at opposite ends, standing as far away from each other as possible with the walls slowly caving in, forcing us together. It’s scary as hell, but I think I like it.
Carver and I would be electrifying. Just having his fingers inside of me down in his father’s little dungeon after ending Sam Delacourt was more than mind blowing. Would it be better than what it is with the others? I don’t know but I’m more than willing to find out.
The thought of all the different ways that Carver could get me off start swirling through my mind, and before I know it, that familiar desperation is building within me. My pussy clenches with need, and not being one to skip out on a good opportunity, my gaze shifts up toward the showerhead.
Damnnnn… it would be so easy.
The boys haven’t come to check on me in over an hour, so they’re either busy or just trying to give me a little bit of privacy to shower. Who am I kidding? The boys don’t understand the word privacy. Though, even if I was going to town on myself with the showerhead and they walked in, who cares? It’s not like they’ve never seen me getting off before. If anything, they’d probably sit back and watch. Well, Grayson would. He appreciates art, whereas King and Cruz are all about getting in on the action.
A grin rips across my face. Decision made.
I reach up and unhook the showerhead from its little holder and look over it, seeing that it has a few different settings. I glance over the one labelled as ‘massage’ and quickly push the little button. The water shoots out in a narrow stream and I swear, it even looks as though it’s pulsating.