Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
He’s thinking about sex.
Well, he’s almost always thinking about sex. To be honest, so am I recently. But this time, he’s thinking about sex with me when we’re completely and utterly alone on an island.
Holy … sex fairies everywhere.
Are sex fairies even a thing? Well, they are now because there’s a ton of them fluttering with excitement in my lower extremities. I have to press my thighs together to stem the throb that’s now there.
“When is it?” West asks, his voice sounding rougher than it did a moment ago.
I lick my lips. “Uh, I booked it for the middle of my second week here, so it’s in five days’ time.”
“Can’t wait.”
A Klaxon sounds, making me jump and snatching my attention from West. I turn back to see the host now standing in the middle of the ring, his hand on the handle of the bowl.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen! It’s now time to race! I will count down, and when the Klaxon sounds again, I will free our racers! Make sure to cheer on your crab! So, on the count of three. Three … two … one!”
The Klaxon goes off again. The bowl is lifted, releasing all forty-five of the numbered hermit crabs, and the host makes haste out of the race ring.
People start yelling numbers. Excitement rings through the crowd, everyone wanting to win that prize. I can’t spot my bloody crab among them all even though I’m really looking. Yes, of course I want my crab to win because I’m a competitive bugger, but I don’t want the prize. Although, if I won, I could just give it to someone else. It’d be greedy to do two island hops. Although two days on a private island with West and all the sex we could have with not a soul around to hear us, not that I’m particularly quiet now, but goodness, I could scream my head off without even the worry of someone hearing me.
Sweet Jesus, just thinking of it …
That’s it. I want to win.
“Come on, number fourteen!” I holler, cupping my hands around my mouth, still trying to locate the little crab.
I mean, he can’t understand me, but he can hear me, right? Crabs have ears, don’t they?
“Oh! There he is!” I say excitedly, pointing at him. Then, I quickly realize that I’ve only spotted him because all the other crabs have scattered and are on the move, and my crab is still sitting in the middle, not fucking moving.
I backed a dud.
A frigging dud.
“Come on! Move!” I shout at my crab. “Run, you lazy little sod!”
I feel West’s chest press even closer to my back as he leans forward. “Is yours the one in the middle? That one that looks like it’s dead?”
“He’s not dead! He’s just … taking his time. Weighing up his options. He’s gonna move any second now.”
A second ticks by, and he still doesn’t move.
“He’s definitely dead,” West imparts.
“Shut up. He’s not dead,” I bite. “Run! You little … crab! Run!”
Still nothing. I can feel myself starting to get wound up.
I might be a tad competitive from time to time.
“Move! You lazy frigging crab! I’ve got an island trip riding on your lazy arse!” The words just burst from me.
Okay, so I’m a lot competitive.
A deep laugh rumbles through West. “Thought you didn’t want to win anymore? You know, because you already have the same trip booked.”
I glance back at him, my gaze narrowed, meeting his grinning one. “I never said I didn’t want to win. I said I felt bad because I technically already have the prize.”
“So, you do want to win then?”
“No. I mean, yes. Oh, what-the-fuck-ever!” I look back at my crab, eyes zeroing in on it. “I’m not gonna win at this rate anyway because my bloody crab is still in the same spot.” I frown at it. “You know, I think he might be dead. Or asleep. Actually, is there even a crab in that shell?”
I feel another rumble of West’s laughter against my back and then the soft brush of his lips against my temple, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face and the happiness that trills through my body. Because even if I am currently losing this stupid crab race and also totally losing at all aspects of my life, standing here with West right now, his hard body pressed up against mine … it kind of feels like I’m finally winning at something.
Even if it is only a temporary win.
seventeen
West
She didn’t win, and she’s not happy about it. It’s cute how competitive she is.
Seriously, I thought I was competitive, but I’m starting to wonder if she might have the edge on me. Because I can take a loss. I don’t like it. Losing is hard as fuck. Especially when it’s a loss with my team. But I can handle it because I take that loss and use it as my focus to make sure I win the next time.