Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Me?” he scoffs. “I was fine until you rolled up being all peppy and shit.”
“Someone has to be the happy to your grumpy. Jordy sure as hell isn’t.”
His brows furl. “He’s going through some shit. Friday was…it won’t happen again.” His fingers stroke through my sweaty hair.
“I sure as hell hope not,” I mutter. “That river was fucking cold.”
“He’s stressed and overprotective of Roux and me. His lines got blurred.” His amber eyes sear into mine. “It’s not an excuse, just a reason. I’ll do a better job of keeping him in check.”
“He still hates me. You saw how he was at school today.”
“Jordy hates everyone pretty much.”
“Well, he’s going to have to get over his hate toward me,” I tell him with a grumble. “You’re mine now and he’s bound to learn that sooner or later.”
“Yours?” Roan laughs. “I barely know you and now you’re claiming me?”
“That’s my cum all over your stomach and I did just suck you dry.” I smirk at him. “By definition, I think I’ve claimed you properly.”
My phone starts ringing in my jeans, effectively killing the moment. He frowns as he watches me bolt to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Did you get lost?” Mom asks.
“Studying. Roan and I had an assignment due and he didn’t finish his.”
“Hey now,” he groans, tossing a pillow at me.
Mom, having heard him, chuckles. “Glad you’re having fun, but you should probably let them get to bed. It is a school night.”
I roll my eyes. “Sure thing. I’ll be home in a few.”
After hanging up, I let my eyes rake over Roan’s naked, muscular form. He looks like a Roman god sprawled out on his bed. A statue sculpted from granite painted to look real. His dick is flaccid but still fucking beautiful as it lies on his lower stomach that’s still wet from our cum. His bicep muscle bulges when he bends his arm and lays his head on it. I want to lick him. I want to crawl up his body and lick every salty inch. Even his armpit. The dark hair there is masculine, and I bet smells uniquely him.
He’s an addiction I’ll never break.
My stomach tightens with nerves and I tear my eyes from his. It’s going to kill me. Wanting him. Caring for him. Being with him. I feel it in my bones. The bed squeaks and then he pads over to me, a towel in his hand. He cleans me off and then himself before tossing it to the floor. It’s still damp, probably from his morning shower.
“You okay?” His voice is gritty and rough. Worried.
I tilt my head up to look at him. “Yeah.”
He grips my jaw and kisses me softly. “Just because I don’t want to talk about this thing between us to the school and everyone else for Roux’s sake doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy every second of it.”
“I get it.” And I do. I really do. It still stings, especially after Lucas and everything with my dad.
He pulls me to him for a hug. Being naked in his arms feels so damn right. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“How’s that?”
“I’ll take you out.”
My head snaps up to look at him. “Like on a date?”
“Don’t guys date?” he asks, frowning.
“I guess. I mean, I’d like that.” I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “Lucas and I never went on a date.”
His eyes flash with anger. “Lucas is a dumbass. I’m taking you out like he should have.”
“How come you never took Sidney out?”
He steps back and glowers at me before tossing my clothes at me. Pain stabs inside my stomach at his sudden mood change.
Why did I ask him that?
Because we’re in a relationship that involves dates. I thought we could talk about everything. Quickly, I dress while he puts on a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. If I weren’t feeling unwanted at the moment, I’d most definitely attack him with my mouth for looking like such a goddamn snack.
“Right, so bye,” I grit out, turning my back on him.
He stalks over to me, his arms going around my middle. I’m pulled against his chest as he nuzzles his nose in my hair.
“I don’t date. The girls I’ve been with were just for a night of fun. I didn’t like them. Not like I like you.”
Oh.
So I’m special to him.
That most certainly takes away the sting.
“I wasn’t trying to piss you off,” I tell him, my hands resting on his that are holding on to me. “She’s my friend and she’s got some self-esteem issues. I was just wondering.”
“I know.” He sighs. “I’m not used to this. Opening up to people. Jordy and the guys know me best, but even then, we don’t just openly talk about our feelings often. I feel…exposed.”
“Whatever we talk about is ours,” I murmur. “I’m safe to talk to.”