Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I have all of twenty minutes to get myself showered, dressed, and ready, and I’m not going to lie, I don’t think I’m capable. I’m a strict thirty-minute-shower girl. That’s my thinking time, and I don’t like to rush, but tonight is special, and I’m going to have to make an exception.
Ezra and I . . . We’re becoming something more.
Well, I suppose we’ve been something right since the start, but I’m not a kid anymore. I’m sixteen, and I’m ready to cross that line. I’m sick of having him so close and wondering what it would feel like to have him close the distance and kiss me. I want to feel his hands all over my body, his lips on my neck, and the rush when he slowly draws my panties down my thighs. I want to truly be his in every meaning of the word, and I need it to happen tonight. I can’t possibly wait another second.
Racing through my front door, I ignore my father as he takes up space in our living room, drunk as usual and not worth a moment of my time. I used to miss the old dad, the one who’d come home and joke around with us. The one who’d mess up my hair and tell me how beautiful I was. But now, I just want him gone.
Straight up, he’s an asshole and a nasty drunk. I don’t know how many times he’s called me a whore over the past few months simply for spending my time with the guys, no different to how I’ve always done. But apparently that’s a thing now.
I’ve never told the boys, Ezra and Axel especially. They’ve been butting heads with him a lot lately, and it’s not a fire I particularly want to add fuel to. But it doesn’t matter because soon enough, the boys are going to be big-time rockstars, and we’ll all be free of this place. My father will be nothing but a distant memory.
Hurrying up the stairs, I crash into the bathroom and tear my clothes off, tossing them around the room before diving into the shower and scrubbing every inch of my body. I want to be perfect for Ezra. I want him to look at me and be so overcome by raw desire that he can’t help but touch me, I want him at his knees, begging me to let him have me, and then I want—
A knock sounds at the door, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Hurry up, Turd,” Axel calls. “We’re leaving in ten. You’re gonna be late.”
Shit.
After quickly trailing the razor over my legs and everywhere else that matters, I finish in the shower and go to grab my towel before realizing it’s not there and scolding myself for not stopping to grab my clothes first.
“Crap.”
I’m not exactly a stranger to doing the quick nudie run from the bathroom, but I don’t exactly feel great about it knowing that Axel was just walking around out here. Not to mention, my father being home.
Not having the time to waste, I suck in a breath, open the door, and peek out, checking the coast is clear. Not seeing anyone, I make a break for it, racing across the hall to my room, only to hear a horrified gasp of disgust come from behind me. “What the fu—”
I slam my bedroom door, cutting off my brother’s revulsion as my face flushes with humiliation, knowing that Axel is going to hit me with all the jokes about needing to claw out his eyeballs. Now, I know I wanted one of the members of Demon’s Curse to see me naked tonight, but that was definitely not the one.
Diving through my closet, I quickly dry up and find an outfit—a mini skirt with a cute, cropped tank that shows off just enough of my waist, and I pair it with the brand-new underwear I’d gone shopping for earlier in the week, underwear I specifically picked out just for Ezra.
After getting dressed, I let my hair out, feeling the ends of my long auburn hair brush against my lower back. I tame the natural waves, adding a bit of mousse and spray to style it just the way Ezra likes it, and then to finish off, I add just a touch of makeup to accentuate everything I’ve already got.
I hear Axel passing outside my room, making his way to the stairs, and I wait a few extra seconds, not quite ready to deal with the fallout from my nudie run. Once he’s at the bottom, I open the door and make my way down to the kitchen, going the long way around to avoid my father in the living room, only as I turn the corner into the kitchen, I come face-to-face with the asshole holding a fresh beer in his hand.