Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Shane caught me easily and shook his head, probably at how insane I was being.
I didn’t care. I kept glaring, seething. “My best friend, Shane!”
The thunderous look was gone, and he took a step, dropping me on the bed. My ass hit the phone. I heard Harper squawking under me, but I was so beyond caring.
I felt myself hyperventilating. I had missed this time. I hadn’t checked the guy out. I shoved back up to my feet, shaking my hands in the air. “The last time she fell in love, Three-Inch Dick dumped her for a size-two girl. Aly’s a size ten. That’s it. A ten. He specifically told her he was leaving her for someone who looked like a trophy on his arm. Aly loves hard. She’s not loved anyone since. Now I find out she’s in love with someone, and I wasn’t there to check him out—cyberstalk him, interrogate his family members, his friends, look for him on dating sites, see what fetishes he might have. I wasn’t able to do any of that because I was here because of you and oomph—”
He’d moved in, wrapped his arms around my waist, and put me over his shoulder.
“Shane!”
He bent, then handed something to me. “Your phone, babe.”
“Babe?!” I could hear Harper again. “He calls you babe?!”
Oh Jesus. I took the phone, putting it to my ear in a very uncomfortable way. “Hey.”
“Hey? Hey yourself!” Harper was all chirpy now. “He calls you babe?!”
I cringed, some of my anger melting, because yeah, he called me babe. “Um, I think I need to call you back.”
“You do that! You definitely do that. Take your time. Babe. Oh my gawd. Babe. I have to call Aly right now.” He hung up on me this time.
We weren’t too far from the bed, so I tossed the phone as Shane moved out through the apartment and into the bathroom. He placed me on the counter, stepping away to turn the shower on.
Say what?
We’d not had sex where his dick was inside my vagina, but he wanted to shower together?
I was putting my foot down. Consider it down. My foot. Now.
Then he turned to me, and his eyes got all hooded. Gulp. There went my will, literally melting out of me. He reached back to take his shirt off, and I gulped again because holy goodness, his chest was something else. He dropped the shirt coming toward me, and his hands went to his jeans.
I swallowed, forcing my gaze upward and away from those very magical fingers. “What?” I winced. My voice was seriously high-pitched. I lowered it, coughing. “What are you doing?”
“You were on your phone with the guy friend?” His eyes still smoldered.
I looked away.
He came closer, his hands on my knees, sliding up my legs.
“Yes.” My voice broke. I would’ve been embarrassed if I wasn’t so focused on the way his hands were sliding up my legs, right to where I wanted his dick to tunnel inside of me, but it still hadn’t. “What about him?”
“Getting my bearings here.” He tipped my chin up to meet his gaze and moved in even closer. I could feel his jeans rubbing against mine. “And your other best friend, the girl, has fallen in love with someone?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” No way was I telling him it was a guy adamantly against his motorcycle club. Forget my sister. She’d made her bed, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if she wasn’t better off here than at home. I liked Machete. Red Demon or not, I had a good feeling about him. But forget her. My new goal was getting back to Fallen Crest and checking in on this guy Aly was falling in love with.
“And you weren’t there?” Shane asked.
I nodded, starting to feel dumb. Slightly.
“Harper said she’s in love, and he’s only said that once,” I tried to explain.
“About her ex?”
I frowned. “How do you know about her ex?”
Shane moved in closer, now standing between my legs. His eyes softened. “Your brother and I talked more than you think.”
“Connor mentioned Aly’s ex?”
“Gloves kept abreast of everything in your life. He shared most of it, or I thought he did. He didn’t share that you were back in town. Did he know?”
I nodded. “Yeah. He knew.”
Shane made a noncommittal sound. “Looks like he kept that to himself then, but it is what it is. To handle the present issue, I’m taking it you want to get to your friends?”
His fingers kneaded my legs, his thumbs rubbing along the inside of them, but he wasn’t moving farther up.
Why hadn’t we had sex?
I wanted it. I’d told him in a very direct way, and nothing. He’d done everything else. But no dick insertion.
What did that mean?
I could feel him, even now. His hardness. It was right in front of me. He studied me, and I studied his dick.