Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Aspen rolls her eyes before stepping into me and pressing up onto her tippy toes. She drops a soft kiss to my cheek and the warmth of her lips leaves a weird tingle on my skin. “We’re okay, Izaac,” she whispers into the darkened street, barely lit by the occasional street light, but those three words do something to me I couldn’t have possibly expected. They make me feel like the whole fucking world is in the palm of my hand as long as I have her right there with that dazzling smile locked on me.
Then with that, Aspen pulls away and offers me a small smile before finally ducking down into her Corvette, restarting the engine, and taking off, leaving me with only one more thing to do—watch and delete our latest sex tape.
I can’t fucking wait.
21
ASPEN
Becs loops one arm through mine as we make our way across campus, my stomach desperate for a good meal. Apparently, spending your night being screwed within an inch of your life leaves a woman with quite the appetite. Though, does last night really count as being screwed? It was crazy and intense, but if we’re being technical, it was more about that mouth action than a screw, but goddamn, those little metal vibrating balls! I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed to get some of those.
As for what happened after the mouth action, I’m still not sure I want to classify that as a screw. It was too . . . personal. My body moving against his, his hot breath brushing over my skin, my nails digging into his shoulder. To call that a screw would be doing a disservice to myself . . . and to Izaac. No, he doesn’t screw. He fucks, and God is it good!
The only screwing that got done was out by my car once we were finished screaming at each other—more like when I was finished screaming at him—and he decided to veto the eye contact rule, but he’ll come around. He has to. Unless he wants this to get even more complicated than it already is. I get that he likes seeing my expressions, and with anybody else, I’d be on board, but when Izaac looks at me like that while deep inside of me, I feel it in my chest. I feel the warmth spreading through my veins, the need pulsing through me, and I know without a doubt that I would never feel anything like this for another man.
Izaac is and will always be my forever, and the more we do this, the harder it’ll become to pretend that part of me doesn’t exist.
Becs drags me along, cutting across campus toward her favorite salad bar as she tells me all about the big business exam she just took, and judging by the relief in her eyes and the smile across her face, I can only assume she aced it. On the other hand, I’ve been stuck in lectures since nine in the morning, and after sleeping through my alarm and skipping breakfast, I’m officially starving. To be completely honest, I don’t think the salad bar is going to cut it for me today. I’m going to need something big and juicy.
It’s a short walk across campus, and before I know it, we’re walking through the door of the number one lunch spot for college girls, and because all the girls like to come here, all the guys tend to follow too.
There’s a long line, but considering it’s the middle of the day, I’m not surprised. We talk shit as we slowly make our way to the front, and just as we go to step up to the counter to order, my phone rings in my hand.
Glancing down at the screen, I see Austin’s name, and a pang of guilt flutters through my chest. I hate lying to him, but I’m at the point of no return. There’s no taking it back now.
“What’s up, Shitforbrains?”
“Not much, Crotchsniffer,” he says. “Just reminding you that it’s my birthday this weekend and you’re required to show that unfortunate face of yours at Cherry on Saturday night.”
“Ughhhh,” I groan.
“Oh, is that your brother?” Becs asks, a wicked grin stretching across her face. “Can you let him know I got a new bedspread that I’d really love to show him sometime?”
I glare at my best friend. “Shut up and order your stupid salad,” I tell her. “And while you’re at it, order me a chicken caesar wrap with extra sauce, and don’t forget my soda.”
Becs rolls her eyes and gets busy ordering as Austin laughs in my ear. “Is that Becs?” he questions, clearly having heard exactly what she’d said. “You’re bringing her to Cherry on Saturday night, right?”
“Not if you’re planning on screwing her behind the bar,” I say, knowing damn well Becs wouldn’t miss it for the world.