Smut Read Online Karina Halle

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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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He puts his hand at my back and leads me away from the wall to the stairs. “I’m pretty sure a threesome is every guy’s life goal.”

“Fair enough.”

We head up the stairs and pause outside the classroom just as Ali slides past us, giving Blake the death stare. Clearly she’s still not over him or the Fluffy incident and I’m not sure I blame her.

“My groveling isn’t complete you know,” he says to me.

“Well you haven’t gotten down on your knees,” I muse jokingly, tapping my fingers against my chin.

“Darling, when I get down on my knees I’ll be paying it back in a different way,” he says and I swear there’s a change in his tone, like his voice got deeper, his accent huskier.

Don’t even picture it, I warn myself.

He goes on. “Dinner. Tonight. After class. My treat.”

My head jerks back like he just grew an extra ear. “Dinner? No way.”

“We’re friends,” he protests.

“We are not friends,” I remind him. “Partners. Classmates. Maybe POW buddies. But we’re not friends.”

“You’re a very cruel woman.”

“I’m a smart woman, but thanks for not referring to me as a girl like usual. Dinner is too intimate and we’re supposed to work, not eat.”

“What about working and then eating?”

“What about just working?”

“What about not being a stick in the mud,” he volleys back.

“What about taking me for a drink,” I finish, surprising myself.

It surprises him too. He grins and those dimples deepen. “All right, a drink. I’m buying.”

“You sure are,” I tell him. “But only after we get some work done.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Interestingly enough, this is the first class where time seems to crawl past. Usually this class is over before I know it and I’m hanging onto Marie’s every word. This time, all I can think about is Blake.

Blake.

Blake.

I’ve turned into the rest of them, feeling strangely satisfied that I’m going for drinks with him after class even though I’m sure it’s what half the girls in here have done. I’m sneaking glances his way and when his eyes meet mine something in my stomach turns over, happily, like a puppy rolling over. But it’s not surrender. It doesn’t even have a name.

At least you’re not thinking about Alan and the colossal mistake you might have made by not saying yes, I remind myself and damn it, it’s like my mother takes possession of my brain every now and then.

By the time class grinds to a halt, I’m wanting a drink more than ever. I walk off with Blake and catch Rio giving me the I knew it look out of the corner of my eye.

“Where to?” I ask as we stride across the parking lot to his car.

“Ever been to Spinnakers?” he asks. “Brew pub out toward Esquimalt?”

I’d heard of it but never been there. Alan was always a fan of the fancier places downtown and certainly not brew pubs.

“Is this place safe?” I ask him as we get inside Mr. Mean, after clearing the usual crap from the passenger seat.

“Safe?” Blake asks leaning toward me, a piece of his messy hair flopping onto his forehead. I fight the urge to reach over and brush it off his face.

“Should I get a poncho for the beer spillage?” I explain.

He laughs, his smile wide and easy. “No, no. Spinnakers is sacred ground for me. I need some place I can go and not have to deal with someone’s wrath.”

“You do realize it would be easier for you to just not screw women over. Maybe just commit every once in a while or at least be honest.”

His eyes darken, the smile fading a touch. “I’ve been nothing but honest.”

There’s something more there, something I want to poke and prod at with a stick, bring it out and examine it on a table. But I don’t say a word, not yet anyway. It’s not like I’ve been all that forthcoming either.

When we get to the pub I can’t believe it’s been here all this time and I’m only just going there now. Granted, I’ve only been of the drinking age for three years but still. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Spinnakers is located at the base of a cove just outside of the downtown core. With the sun hanging low and the weather back to being almost summer-like and perfect with a fresh breeze and blue skies, it looks like the perfect place to spend an afternoon having a few.

I follow him in through the entrance which consists of a bakery and a growler-filling station and we go upstairs where it seems less formal. There’s a pool table and old teak tables tucked into nooks and crannies. The small upstairs deck is already full so we grab a table by the window, across from the fireplace.

“This is nice,” I tell him as we sit down, grabbing the elaborate drink menu.


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