Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Regret flashes in his eyes as both he and Tank reach for a shot and throw them back to the delight of the table. As the boys start congratulating them, Brianna turns to me and I see the question in her eyes. “I’m fine,” I murmur for only her to hear, but we both know it’s a lie. I’m absolutely shattered by how different he’s become.
With a nod, she takes the bottle from my hands and stands before giving her brother an evil smirk. He groans knowing something embarrassing is coming his way. “Never have I ever gotten drunk at a wedding and accidentally screwed my cousin.”
“Ahh, fuck.” Bobby’s eyes close in embarrassment and his head hangs as the rest of the table bursts into howling laughter. Reluctantly, he reaches forward and takes his shot.
The game continues, and I’m lucky enough to only have had to take three shots by the time the bottle makes it to Jax. He grabs the bottle and stands, eyes firmly on mine with a heavy curiosity within them. “Never have I ever only slept with one person.”
Shit. This wasn’t something I wanted to dive into with him quite so soon, but here we are.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I reach forward and take a shot, welcoming the burn that comes with it. I’m probably the only one at the table who drinks, but I’m too distracted to look. His eyes widen in shock before a mix of guilt and relief takes over.
I rip my stare away from his but suddenly don’t feel like playing anymore. He takes his seat and passes the bottle, and the game continues. Putting on a fake smile, I do my best to pretend like I’m enjoying myself, but it’s impossible, especially with the weight of his eyes still on me. The rest of the game turns extremely sexual, so lucky for me, I don’t have to drink anymore, and I just sit back and watch, feeling as though I’m about to crumble.
The game ends and Sophie demands that she wants to dance, and naturally, Brianna is straight on her feet, pulling me along with her. Groaning, I get up and immediately wobble, realizing that I’m drunker than I thought, and I put Jax to the back of my mind. I’m here for a good time, and I’m not going to let Jax’s question bring me down.
Letting Bri drag me along, we move out onto the dance floor and the music takes me away. I feel the vibration from the beat deep within my bones, and we dance and drink for what feels like hours, both Bobby and Jax scowling at us with every chance they get.
Chapter 10
JAXON
I sit at the table watching Cass dance with the girls, and I have no idea what to think. Do I want to go dance with her, rub my body up against hers, and feel the way her body would relax into mine like it used to? Hell yes. Do I do it? No. I can’t because I’m still fucking stumped by her answer.
How the hell could she have gone three years without sleeping with anyone else? More importantly, why? I mean, I get what chicks are like. Right after a break-up, they don’t want to throw themselves back out there. I get it, it’s respectable. But three years without jumping in the sack with anyone? That, I don’t understand.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled about her answer. Insanely relieved actually, but I just don’t get it. She was quick to climb into bed with me last weekend. I just assumed she might have been like that with all guys now. Not that I really want to think about it. Has she been holding out for me? That’s the only thing that makes any kind of sense in my mind right now, but that’s ridiculous. She left me.
I must admit, her answer made me feel like shit though. My responses during that stupid game have hurt her, almost like I was rubbing it in, and then to find out she’s only ever been with me. Shit. I wanted to be upfront with her, to let her know exactly the kind of man I’ve become.
Movement catches my eye, and I turn my head to find Xander getting up from the table with a strange look on his face. He glances at his watch then double-checks it as if he’s late for something, but what the hell could he be late for when it’s coming up to midnight? “I’m out,” he announces to the table.
Bobby catches my eye, and I see the same thoughts running through his mind, but I’m not in the mood to dig any further. “Alright man,” I say. “See you later.”
He gives a curt nod and swiftly disappears through the door, probably to meet up with some chick.