Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Lipstick in hand, I flip down the overhead mirror and take my time applying before stepping out. I shove the door closed, and turn, a gasp leaving me when an unexpected body blocks me in.
Nico.
My hand flies to my chest, attempting to settle my pulse. “You scared the shit out of me,” I tell him.
But Nico doesn’t speak, instead sliding his feet closer, leaving only inches between us, so I push back against the car.
His stare is unwavering, giving me no insight as to what’s on his mind and causing me to grow restless.
I fidget but don’t look away as he cocks his head.
“You a fan of porn, D?”
“I—” Shit.
Nico plants his hands at the curve of my hood, his arms flexing so damn close to my face my mind transports back to last night, to the tight grip he had on the rock edge of the spa, to the vision of his muscles flexing as he slid—
A raspy chuckle leaves him, and he pushes off.
“You know, I’d have invited you over, VIP seats had I known. Bet Sandra would have been all right with it, she’s first string material and she knows it.”
That rouses me, and I shove off the car with a glare. “I thought you said Alex was the one sleeping with Sandra?”
He only licks his lips.
“Weird, right?” I keep going. “Since it was you I saw—”
“Watched,” he cuts me off, leaning closer. “You watched me fuck her.”
Oh, screw it!
“You know what, yeah, I did. Until the final bow, in fact,” I sass. “If you knew I was watching you guys, why’d you keep going?”
Very slowly, a single, dark eyebrow raises, his tone is even more patronizing than the move. “You’d expect me to stop?”
Right.
As if he could have stopped amid that.
They were so lost in each other they didn’t even – or couldn’t even – realize how loud they were being.
He had Sandra in tunnel vision, a tunnel that leads straight down his shaft.
I mean, he was enjoying her just as much, his groans... deep and exhilarated as he chased his release.
The way his—
“Your skin’s growing warm, D.” Nico pulls me out of my thoughts. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” he whispers, the teasing edge in his heady voice not missed.
The way he studies me with such piercing scrutiny has my toes curling in my shoes to keep focus, and it makes me wonder...
How ‘lost in her’ was he really, if the entire time he was aware of my prying eyes?
“Am I interrupting something?”
My head flies right to find Trent standing near the hood of my car, some sort of drinks in his hands.
Eyes wide in shock, and a stupid grin on his lips, he gawks at his best friend and me.
Nico, though, he doesn’t bother to acknowledge Trent’s presence.
I roll my tongue over my teeth before glancing back to him.
He keeps his hazardous gaze locked on me the entire time, but if I still knew the boy in front of me, I’d swear humor swims deep within them.
Yeah, he knows what I was thinking.
Nico licks his lips, nods a little, then moves for his buddy. “Catch you in class, D.”
Catch me thinking about your perfect form? Please don’t!
I groan internally, dropping my head against the car, but quickly remember I need to thank him if not apologize.
“Nico, wait!” I call out.
He freezes mid-step, glancing over his shoulder. Of course, he doesn’t bother turning all the way around but nods for Trent to keep walking, so I move toward him.
“Thanks for bringing me my phone last night. You didn’t have to do that.”
He faces forward. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes at his back, walking as he does. “Well, I’m sorry for being bitchy when you were being helpful.”
He scoffs, pushes the door open and shifts to hold it with his back, indicating with a jerk of his chin for me to step through.
My eyes lock with his as I pass him, and he drops his head against the small glass window. “See you in class, D.”
Something in my stomach stirs, but I don’t say anything, only nod and keep past him.
Trent catches up to me around the corner. “Okay, what did I miss?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“That bad?” he jokes.
“Well, your brooding bestie likely hates me more now.” I look to him, giving a big innocent smile.
He scoffs, shaking the nasty looking green drink in his hands. “Trust me, he don’t hate you.”
Right as he says it, Nico comes around the corner, takes one look at us and glares.
I laugh, hitting Trent in the stomach as I walk off. “But he doesn’t hate me.”
Trent lifts his hands, grinning and moves away to meet his angrily awaiting friend.
I head to first period, making it right as the bell rings, the whole way reminding myself to forget about the scene in the hot tub, knowing for a fact... I won’t.