Nothing But Wild Read online P. Dangelico (Malibu University #2)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Malibu University Series by P. Dangelico
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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His hair is wet and pushed off his smooth face. He shaved; I rarely see facial hair on him and this morning is no different. My gaze slides down…to his collarbone. Where water beads slowly travel down his chest, in between swells of muscle, playing off the intricate pattern of his tattoo. His pecs heave with the air filling his lungs.

But my examination doesn’t stop there. Noooo. It continues further south, over the eight pack––yes, he’s got one of those––down to the edge of his towel, under which is a very large erection.

“You keep staring at it like that and it’s gonna want to personally thank you.”

My eyes snap up to find humor on his smiling face. But more than that, there’s lust. He strolls over to me like it’s a morning like any other, cups my face, and drops a kiss on my lips. “I’ll go get food while you shower. What do you want?”

You.

“L-Latte and a muffin?”

He nods, smiles. “See you in a few.”

Dazedly, I grab my cosmetics bag and shuffle into the bathroom. This is so weird.

Dallas

Dragging my tired ass out of the bathroom, I’m met by the sight of a gorgeous ass on full display. Dora’s bent over and jumping around on one leg, attempting to shove the other one into last night’s jeans.

She’s wearing boy shorts with the bottom half of her cheeks hanging out. Last night was bad enough. First the striptease. Then she fell asleep with her ass pressed up against my groin. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep at all. Now it’s even worse.

I already stroked two out last night, one in the shower, and by the look of my dick right now it wasn’t nearly enough. This is getting to be physically painful.

She turns and startles to find me standing a few feet away. Then her gaze drops and my dick waves good morning. No point in hiding it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to and I don’t want to. I can’t hold out any longer. She wants me. I want her. Seems pretty simple. That’s why I walk up to her, take her face in my hands, and kiss her. Because it’s time I made my intentions clear.

“Take the highway south,” I direct an hour later. She throws me a confused glance, her cute little nose bunching.

“W-Why are we heading south?”

“Big Sur. You up for it?”

She looks at me, skeptical but intrigued. She’s definitely tempted, and I’m finding that tempting this girl has recently become my favorite pastime.

She nods. “Where to?”

“The Post Ranch Inn…have you heard of it?”

She shakes her head and a knowing smile grows on my face. I can’t wait to see the look on hers when she sees it.

“I’m taking you on a date.”

The bright smile she gives me makes me feel like I did something right, something worthy of that smile, and fuck if I don’t want to keep putting that smile on her face.

“A date?”

“Correct––a date. Put another check on that list of yours, babe.”

The ping of an incoming text comes from her phone. “Eyes on the road, Ramos,” I tell her when her gaze dart back and forth. “Want me to check?”

She nods, and I palm the phone, glance at the screen. “It’s Bailey. She says she’s having a great time with her parents and no, she hasn’t heard from Rea.”

Staring out at the open road, my favorite redhead looks thoughtful if not a little disappointed. “I was hoping…”

The text casts a pall over us. Rea’s the elephant in the room that we all pretend isn’t there, a stark reminder that you should’t get attached to anything or anyone because shit always goes wrong.

“C-Can I ask you something,” I hear her say in a small voice a short while later. My gaze moves from the stunning scenery out the window, from the craggy coastline and the chain of thunderheads hanging out to sea, to the beautiful girl in the driver’s seat.

She’s wearing jean shorts and a white sleeveless top. Both show off the freckles I’m going to carefully chart with my tongue later tonight. The image gets me half-hard already and I shift in my seat.

“I’m an open book, Kitten. Go ahead and read me.”

Her full lips kick up on one side, but shortly after her expression sobers. “Do you…” I watch her lick her lips nervously, then chew on the lower one. If we weren’t traveling at sixty miles-per-hour, I’d kiss her senseless but I’m not about to miss tonight’s primetime show.

“A-Are you s-s-still in love with her?”

I recoil. It’s a gut punch I never saw coming. My attention turns to take her in. Staring ahead, chin held high…She’s driving all over California in search of herself with a guy she barely knows. One who has a well-deserved rep for not being dependable. She’s got more courage than she gives herself credit for.


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