Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Red’s not mentioning the most important part,” Sam said, lifting an eyebrow at us. He leaned over, whispering. “The guy said you two look like you’d be fun in bed, and wanted to know if you two had ever had a threesome.”
“You’re full of shit,” I said.
“I am many things, but I’m not a liar,” Sam said, shrugging. “He thinks you’re a hot couple, and he wants a taste.”
I glanced back over at the guy in the booth, so confused in my woozy, alcohol-soaked brain. The guy smiled, heading over toward me and Tris.
“I keep sending over shots for the both of you, but I noticed you’re not having any, cutie,” the man said to Tristan, licking his lips. “I’m Brian, by the way. Pleasure to meet you both.”
We introduced ourselves, and I saw that Tris was blushing a little, but he smiled politely. “I’m the designated driver tonight. We’ve got an early flight tomorrow. I want to be fresh and alert. Plus, I’ve got to get his drunk ass home safe,” he said, nudging me.
“You two look like you’d be a ton of fun,” Brian was saying.
I reached over, taking the new tequila shot quickly, almost enjoying the pleasant burn down my throat now that I was already pretty sloshed. I reached for the lime, giving it a quick suck before turning back to Brian.
“Sorry to disappoint, but we’re not—”
“We’re not into threesomes,” Tristan interjected, glancing at me and then back to Brian. “I like keeping him all to myself.” He reached over, rubbing his hand along my thigh.
Involuntarily, I groaned softly, unable to hide how good it felt to have him touch me like that. I’d definitely had too much alcohol, because I couldn’t even pretend to have enough control over myself, now.
I leaned over, whispering low into Tristan’s ear. “You don’t have to act like you’re my boyfriend again, you know. Although that’s very nice of you, because of course it is. Because you’re… you’re great, Tristan. You know that?”
Tris was biting back a smile as I leaned back. Brian was standing nearby still, clearly confused.
“Sorry,” I said, finally breaking my gaze away from Tristan’s beautiful lips long enough to look at Brian. “Let me give you some cash for the free shots you got us. I feel bad.”
Brian just chuckled. “It’s all right. Enjoy it, on me. Clearly you’ve got your hands full. But if I’m striking out here, I’m definitely going to go talk to that guy playing pool by himself right now.”
“Good luck!” I called after him as he walked off.
“Seems like a nice guy,” Tristan told me now that we were alone again at the bar. “I hope he gets what he’s looking for.”
I snorted. “He was looking for you, that’s for damn sure,” I said.
“Oh, please. He just wanted an exciting threesome.”
I shook my head. “I saw how he looked at you. He wanted to lick you like a damned popsicle.”
Tristan laughed. “You think more highly of me than anybody else does, Blue.”
“You’re the hottest guy in this bar by a mile,” I said, pointing my finger at him. “I mean, I saw you earlier in the shower. Jeez, Tris. I know you’ll never admit how sexy you are, but it’s a fact.” The words came out a little slow, and suddenly I realized that final tequila shot had pushed me over the edge into full-blown drunken stupidity.
Luckily, Tris was taking pity on me, smiling at me so warmly that the corners of his eyes were crinkling.
He was always good to me like that. No matter how silly or stupid I was being, for some reason, he still had some affection for me I couldn’t understand.
“You are adorable when you’re drunk,” he said.
“I’m an idiot,” I said. “I mean it though. You really didn’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“The whole pretend-boyfriend thing,” I said.
“Well, I didn’t want you going home with some random dude,” Tris said, reaching out to brush a lock of hair to the side on my forehead. “You’re sloshed and we’re flying out of town tomorrow. Which means you’re mine tonight.”
Heat flared through me. “I’m always yours, you know.”
He pinned his lower lip between his teeth. “Well that’s all the more reason for you to move to Colorado with me, then.”
I knew Tristan was just joking, but it was the second time he’d made a similar joke about me moving to Colorado with him. This time, I was exhausted and drunk and not sharp at all, and the comment hit me like a spike to the chest.
“You know I would, for you,” I told him boldly, my usual filters nowhere to be found. “I’d fucking move to Timbuktu for you. Or Tokyo. Or Antarctica. Wherever. Hell, I’d move to Neptune and say fuck the rest of the solar system, just to hang out with you for the rest of my life.”