Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Jubilee blinked. “Actually, we’re fucking and having a grand ol’ time. But we still like to talk cruelly to each other. It makes us hot.”
Zuri’s face went slack. “You’re what?”
Jubilee grinned and leaned forward, her mouth perilously close to mine.
And, blaming it on the beer, I turned my face so that our mouths connected. Then I kissed the shit out of my enemy.
Chapter 2
No, I asked for a beer. This is a Bud Light.
-The only thing Jubilee can remember from the night before.
Jubilee
I groaned, opened one eye and rolled over, my body hitting something so solid that it had to be the wall.
It wasn’t the wall.
In fact, the solidness at my side groaned, too, and sat up, his face a mask of pain as he rubbed his head.
“Son of a bitch,” the most annoying voice in the world said.
I froze at hearing that voice, so close to me.
I blinked open my eyes and immediately regretted it, but the brief glance around told me what I already knew. I wasn’t at home, and I had no idea how I got there.
“Goddamn, this hurts,” the naked man beside me muttered under his breath.
I wasn’t sure if I agreed with him. He didn’t look hurt.
In fact, he looked so goddamn appetizing that I wasn’t sure he didn’t walk around looking perfect all day long.
You know how on the fast food commercials that the burgers always look way better than when you get them in real life? That’s what I always thought would happen when it came to seeing Ezekiel McGrew without his clothes on. I thought for sure he couldn’t look as good out of them as he did in them.
I was wrong.
He looked better.
So, so much better.
The man was ripped. And when I say ripped, I mean he’s got every possible indention and divot that denotes perfect health. He even has abs when he’s bending over the bed, holding his head like he’d just taken a two-by-four to the temple.
Who the hell had abs when they were bending over? Who the hell didn’t have rolls?
Ezekiel McGrew had abs when he was bending over.
He was also covered in tattoos. Tattoos that you couldn’t see unless he was completely, deliciously naked.
His hair, the beautiful strawberry-blond hair was a freakin’ mess around his sleepy face, and his beard seemed like it grew overnight with how bushy and messy it was looking.
Then understanding of what exactly was going on dawned, and I froze.
Ezekiel McGrew.
Naked.
In the same bed that I was naked in.
I opened the other eye and stared in horror at the man, gasping.
He looked over his shoulder at me, starting at the tips of my black-painted toenails, pausing at the space between my thighs that was hairless but for a thin landing strip that I’d dyed purple, and ending on my face.
Oh, he’d paused at my tits, but they were nothing to write home about, which likely explained why he didn’t stop and stare for longer than a glance.
When they landed on my face, he froze just as solid as I did, and stared with just as much horror.
“What. The. Fuck?”
I stood up, trying not to be embarrassed by my nudity, and walked to where I could see my clothes tossed carelessly on the floor.
My jeans went on first because I couldn’t immediately find my panties. My shirt was a lost cause, so I stole the t-shirt that Ezekiel had on last night and slipped it over my head, trying not to moan at the scent of him filling my nostrils.
Finally, I searched for my shoes and slipped my feet into my combat boots.
All the while, Zee sat on the bed, looking just as naked and hot as he had been when I’d first woken up. Only now he was watching me like a hawk. Or a wolf looking to kick another wolf out of his territory.
I stopped at his bedroom door and turned, giving him my eyes. “Don’t think this means I like you.”
His eyes narrowed. “I never said it would.”
“Good,” I muttered, turning away. “This doesn’t change a thing.”
He laughed bitterly.
“If anything changed, it would be your luck.”
I laughed then, and it sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“Lucky?” I threw my hands up in the air. “You think I’m lucky that I just slept with a man that used to date my sister? A man that is the brother to my dead boyfriend? No, I think not.”
He bowed up then.
“You think I like this any better than you do?!” he bellowed. “Because let me tell you something. I. Fucking. Don’t!”
With that, he opened the door for me to leave. And me, not one to not take the hint, took off before he could say another word.
All the while I kept turning around to glare at him over my shoulder.
And, for good measure, I flipped him off before I turned the corner.