Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I haven’t seen him drink or hook up since the mass texts became a bone of contention with his old man, the chancellor of the university. They’ve put a serious crimp in his social life. Bridger employed a couple of friends to help figure out who’s behind the messages, but they haven’t been able to get to the bottom of this Scooby Doo mystery.
Yet.
I feel bad for the guy.
Whoever’s intent on making his life hell must have a serious hard-on for the dude, because it hasn’t let up. Just the other day, another one surfaced. Within five minutes, his father was blowing up his phone. Bridger ended up dumping his uneaten lunch in the trash and storming off to his office.
I raise my beer to him as Jenna drags me up the staircase. Once we hit the second-floor landing, we take a right and pass by two closed doors before she wraps her fingers around a knob and shoves it open.
It’s not the first time my room has been graced by Jenna’s presence, but it has been a hot minute.
I’ll fully admit that I went a little crazy in the pussy department freshman year.
How could I not?
I had all the freedom I craved, and girls were throwing themselves at me as if I were already a superstar on the ice. Ryder and I were going out all the time. Sophomore year turned out to be more of the same.
Hockey and girls.
In that order.
Now I’m almost done with my third year and my business classes have become more of a challenge. I have to work harder just to keep my head above water.
Maybe it’s for the best that Ryder is preoccupied with Juliette and I’ve lost my partner in crime. I’m forced to sit my ass at home and plow my way through all the required reading.
As soon as I cross the threshold, Jenna slams the door shut and leans against it. The expression on her face is nothing short of gleeful.
“I’ve been dying to get you alone for weeks,” she admits.
Barely do I have enough time to set the bottle of beer on my desk before she flings herself at me. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of my T-shirt to gather up the cotton material and drag it over my head.
This girl doesn’t have a coy bone in her body. It’s straight down to business.
Gotta appreciate that.
“You are so damn gorgeous.” Her palms slide upward, stroking over bare flesh. “All that hard, chiseled muscle.” A fine tremble racks her body. “And for tonight, it’s mine.”
The way she eats me up with hungry eyes should be sexy.
Instead, it leaves me feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Hollow.
Like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat.
“Ivy is going to be so jealous when I tell her.” She flashes a triumphant smile. “And I’m going to share every tiny detail for her to savor.”
Hmmm…
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Do I catch wind of the rumors that float around campus concerning my…appetites?
Yup. It would be hard not to.
I was amused by the stories freshman year.
Now, however?
Not so much.
The last thing I’m interested in is being a notch on some girl’s bedpost.
You’d be surprised by how mercenary some of these chicks can be or the way they like to compare notes.
Without looking, she tosses the T-shirt over her shoulder. It hits the bottle of beer on my desk, knocking it to the floor. Golden liquid bubbles up from the long neck and spills everywhere.
I swear under my breath as my mood takes a swift nosedive.
With a giggle, she swings around and picks up the glass container before setting it on the desk. Her gaze gets snagged by the English paper I tossed there a few days ago.
“Just leave it,” I say with a grunt.
Trying to lose myself in this girl was a mistake, and I should have realized it sooner. Instead, I forced something that wasn’t there to begin with.
There used to be a time in the not-so-distant past when hooking up and having non-discriminant sex was fun. A way to blow off steam for a couple of hours and relieve the stress that would build to a breaking point inside me.
It hasn’t felt that easy in a while.
Jenna stares at the paper before glancing over her shoulder to meet my gaze. “Linstrom is your professor and you still got a D minus?” Disbelief threads its way through her voice. “All you have to do is show up and you’re guaranteed a C.”
Embarrassment slams into me as flames lick at my cheeks.
She flips the page to glance at the second one. “Have you ever heard of a little thing called spellcheck?”
I swipe at the paper, only wanting to snatch it from her. At the last moment, Jenna shifts so that it’s just out of reach and my fingers claw the air.