Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“We could go look for her,” Beth suggests, but Brad quickly dismisses the idea.
“She’s fine,” he sighs. “Like you said, she just went out for some air. She’ll be back before you know it. Bowdie, how about you freshen up and get changed, huh? You must be aching for a hot shower and some clean clothes after your trip.” I feel my mouth curling down into a frown. “Bathroom’s free now,” Brad adds, giving me the impression he’s telling me to go hose myself down, not just suggesting it.
“You’re probably right,” I reluctantly agree, sniffing my pits through my shirt. I always hate it when Brad’s right. A shower and change shoulda been the first thing I focused on when I arrived. So, grabbing my smallest bag by the front door, I do as I’m told. I listen closely to catch every word Beth says as she and her dad discuss takeout and all of us having a night in, playing board games, of all things.
Jesus.
I can’t stay still with Beth anywhere near me for a full minute. The prospect of hunching over for hours on end, rolling dice, and moving plastic pegs around seems insulting compared to the night I’d rather spend with his daughter, rolling her about instead and thumbing her peg until she comes as hard as I know I have to right now. As the saying goes, doctors make the worst patients, and following my friend’s advice, I peel myself out of my shirt and pants after making a face when I have to close and lock the door of the tiny bathroom.
In case she sees, but that’s the whole point. I want her to see what she’s missing. I want her to see what I have for her.
My arousal slaps loudly against my abs as I undress, making me groan. It’s as if my body senses shower time is also the time to let off some steam of my own as well as from the shower head.
Beth time, but no, I can’t. I won’t. Not only will I not yank off in my buddy’s bathroom, but I also won’t waste a drop of what I have simmering in my loins. I don’t know how I’m gonna do it. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s what Beth wants.
Her eyes tell a different story, though. I know when a girl’s just glancing and checking out a man’s crotch.
I’m gonna find out. I have to. Otherwise, I’ll lose my mind, and once I discover what she wants, I’m gonna make sure every stroke of my manhood is only inside her from now on.
I need to let her know I’m interested without actually saying it. I’ll tell her and see how she reacts.
Easier said than done, but I am known for pulling the odd miracle now and then.
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth
The sound of the shower running is all the cover my dad needs to ask me everything he can’t with Bowdie in the room. Try as I might, I can’t help growling in annoyance when he starts up about Lucy.
I love Lucy. She’s my best friend, but I’m also allowed to hate how she acts occasionally. God knows, sharing a room with her for six months is enough to drive anyone to distraction, and today of all days, with her dad coming home so soon, she’s picked a fine time to have one of her little “episodes.” It’s something my dad’s not only picked up on, but he seems to think it’s something I’ve done.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on between you and Luce?” he asks point-blank, returning the takeout menus to their home under a large medical company logo magnet on the fridge door.
I don’t have to fake my puzzled look and risk being as much a diva as Lucy’s being today. I don’t hide my irritation, either. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” I exclaim angrily, clenching my jaw. “I’m sick of you always asking me what’s up with her, Dad. If you ever took the time to look, you might see I have enough problems of my own!” I declare passionately, hearing how stupid my outburst sounds as it echoes back to me off the kitchen walls.
“Hmm,” Dad hums to himself knowingly, his cheek pinching and brow wrinkling. “You don’t have a job. You have no expenses or responsibilities and get to stay home all day doing whatever the hell you want, and you’ve got problems?” he fires back with a double dose of sarcasm. His eyes widen as he delivers his ultimate “Dad has you pegged” speech.
It hurts whenever Dad puts it like this, and only because I know he’s right, but what else am I supposed to say? That I’m madly in love with Bowdie and wish I could be sent to live with him for six months instead of having his brat of a daughter helping herself to all my stuff? Plus, Lucy snores and worse. Any man who shares a bed with her will have to keep a window open if he wants to have enough air to breathe and keep living before morning, but I know what my dad’s getting at.