Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Wow,” she breathes when I pull back and look down at her.
“Yeah,” I agree, and I feel myself grinning. “Want to get out of here?”
“Immediately.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her off the ground.
Chapter Eleven
ROSEMARY
My lips still tingle from Tate’s kiss. It was both possessive and sweet, which is exactly like him. When Tate and Jack almost came to blows, I knew Tate could easily take him out. Jack is the same height but leaner, whereas Tate is a freaking tank. I understood their differences in theory, but then I saw Tate on the field.
It didn’t take him much effort to bring down anyone in his path. In fact, I think he held back on a few of the hits he made while only doing what needed to be done to bring the player down before he’d pivot to the next. He would stop one player from hitting the quarterback before suddenly taking another player down to protect the running back.
It all happened so quickly that in a matter of seconds he’d gotten to know how to respond to whatever was unfolding in front of him. There’s far more to football than I realized, and not only is Tate an athlete, he’s incredibly smart. It’s not easy to predict what someone might do, but he did it time and time again on the field. And he did all that while making it appear to be easy. He’s an unstoppable machine that no one could get past.
“So the party?” Tate asks, and I feel his fingers squeeze around mine. He’s still holding on to me as he drives.
“Sure,” I agree.
I don’t actually want to go to the party, but everyone is celebrating, and I’m not going to take that away from Tate. I’m sure he wants to join in. When he was on the field, everyone looked to him for direction. I know he’s the captain, but it was thrilling to see and hear him bark orders. Most of them, I couldn’t understand over the crowd, but his teammates got it. They moved according to whatever he directed and looked to him for guidance. I’m sure it would be in bad taste if he didn’t go.
What I really want is more kissing. Are there really makeout points people go to, or is that only in movies? I’d love to find one of those places where we could be alone.
I’ve been attracted to Tate from the start, but after seeing his brute force, I know he has aggression inside of him, and I’m extremely turned on. I’ve never experienced a level of excitement like this before, and it hums through my whole body.
“We don’t have to stay long.” He gives my hand a squeeze, and I know he’s being nice by saying that. It must show in some way that I don’t really want to go even though I thought I was hiding it well. I’ll have to try harder.
“I just want to be where you are,” I say, giving him an honest response.
“Do you have a curfew?”
“No.” I can’t recall my mother ever telling me to be home by a certain time. What I can recall is her telling me several times to make myself scarce.
“Really?”
“Not that I’m aware of. You?”
“No.”
“Why are you getting all weird that I don’t have a curfew but you don’t either?”
“My mom doesn’t have to worry about me. I don’t drink, and no one is going to try and take advantage of me.” I quickly push away any emotion I have of thinking my mom would actually worry about someone taking advantage of me. Honestly, if I didn’t go home tonight, she might not notice.
“I bet I could take advantage of you,” I try to tease. Thankfully the car is dark, and he can’t see me blushing. I’m surprised I said it to begin with. Then again, I’ll say a lot of things to move the conversation away from my mother.
“You can take anything you want from me, Rosie.” I love the way my name rolls off his tongue.
A moment later, we pull up to Jack’s house. “Wow,” I whisper at seeing the mini White House with large columns out front.
“You like it?” Tate asks while finding a spot to park.
“No, it's kinda gaudy,” I say, and Tate lets out a deep chuckle.
“Wait for me.” He hops out of the car then comes around and opens the door for me. Once again, he takes my hand in his and leads me toward the house.
The outside is already filled with cars, but we don’t go through the front door. Tate leads me around the side of the house and to the back where there’s a pool area. It’s already covered and cleared out because the weather is turning cold.
I hear the music way before we make it to the back glass doors that slide open. The basement, or what looks like a club, is already filled with people. I don’t recognize many people, so I instinctively lean into Tate.