Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 90410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I don’t know.”
“I think we should drink it.”
“I don’t know how to do tequila shots. Tracy was gonna show me.”
“Simple. Lick, slam, suck.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s a three-step process. You wet your hand, lick the salt off, slam the drink down, and then you suck the lime. Lick, slam, suck. I’ll show you how to do it.”
Hearing him say the words lick, slam, suck made my body prickle.
Just then, my phone vibrated against the counter. It was right next to Justin. His expression darkened after he glanced down at the screen.
He lifted the phone and muttered, “Real fucking nice,” before handing it to me.
All of the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head when I read the text from Tracy.
Justin totally wants you. You should fuck him hard tonight.
His stare was piercing when I looked up.
Wracking my brain for a response, I let out a fake laugh. “She’s a jokester. She likes to bust balls. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with an uncomfortable intensity.
Shit. Thanks a lot, Tracy!
My heart was beating frantically.
Justin was quiet for the longest time then just simply said, “I really need that fucking drink.”
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I said, “Me, too.”
He examined the bottle. “Did you pick out this tequila?”
Good. He was letting it go.
“Yes.”
“This brand sucks. It’s cheap.”
“I told you. I don’t know anything about tequila.”
“Actually, it’s not the worst thing in the world, because we’ll chug it down so fast, you won’t even taste it. If it were the expensive stuff, then that would be a waste.”
Justin opened the small container of salt, grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet, and placed them down on the granite before sliding one of them over to me.
Lifting his hand, he spread his thumb and his index finger open and pointed to the space between them. “Put your hand like this, and do what I do.” He then licked the space between his fingers. God, that one swipe of his tongue was so erotic. He made it easy to see what that mouth could do in other ways.
Jade was a lucky woman.
Justin watched every movement of my tongue as I did the same. He then sprinkled some salt between his fingers and mine.
“You’re gonna lick the salt off real fast before drinking the tequila down in one shot. Don’t stop. Drink it all down. Then, grab a lime and suck.”
Holy hell, hearing the demanding tone of the words lick and suck come out of his mouth…it was almost too much.
“Ready? We’ll do it together. On the count of three. One…Two…Three.”
Following his lead, I licked my hand and slammed the liquid down, the tequila burning my throat.
I’d forgotten to grab a lime. Justin took one and placed it in my mouth. “Quick. Suck on this. It will diffuse the taste.” I sucked the juice out, savoring the acidic flavor. My lips were touching his fingers as he held it. He was watching intently as I sucked on it. I wished I could have swallowed his fingers whole.
When he took the lime away, I licked my lips. “God, that was strong. What do we do now? Another one?”
“Easy, drunkass. We should wait a bit. You’re a lightweight.”
We spaced out our shots, each one packing a bigger punch than the last. When I lost my balance a little, Justin said, “Alright. That’s it. I’m cutting you off.”
I watched as he did two more shots. After several minutes, his eyes were starting to look glazed over. We were both pretty drunk.
The room swayed as I made my way over to the couch and closed my eyes. I felt a heavy weight as Justin plopped down on the cushion next to me. He lay his head back and closed his eyes, too. He’d taken off his hat, and his hair was disheveled. The recessed lighting in the living room was shining atop his head, bringing out the natural blond streaks. After staring at him for a while, the need to run my fingers through that silky hair became unbearable. I reached my hand over and started to rake my fingers slowly through it. I knew it was wrong, but I’d somehow convinced myself that it was an innocent gesture between friends. Like we used to do. Deep down, I knew I was kidding myself. The alcohol had clouded my inhibitions and given me the courage to do something I’d been wanting to for so long.
He let out a long, shaky breath but kept his eyes closed as my fingers continued to massage through his hair. At first, he looked like he was in ecstasy, so I didn’t stop. After about a minute, though, his breathing became heavier, and he started to fidget.
He shocked me when he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to me. “What the fuck are you doing, Amelia?”
I retracted my hand. My heart started to pound as I attempted to come up with an excuse. “I’m sorry. I…I got carried away.”
“I see. Blame it on the alcohol?” he scoffed.
He got up and walked to the other side of the room and pulled on his hair in frustration as he paced. Then, he did the most bizarre thing. He dropped to the floor and started doing pushups in speedy succession.
Trying to fight the tears of humiliation that were stinging my eyes, I watched as he kept with the exercises for several minutes. He was panting and exhausted by the time he collapsed onto his back. He finally sat up, bowing his head toward the floor as he looked deep in thought. Sweat was pouring off his back.
Deciding that I’d already done enough damage for one night, I got up and started to go upstairs.
His voice stopped me. “Don’t go.”
Turning around at the foot of the stairs, I said, “I think I really need to just go to sleep.”
“Come here,” he said quietly.
When I returned to my seat on the couch, his voice was more demanding. “I said come…here.” He pointed to the floor next to him. As Justin sat with his arms wrapped around his shins, I planted myself on the ground beside him, still too ashamed to look him in the eyes.