Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Really.”
The blood drains from her face as she politely refolds the shirt and places it back on the stack she got it from. Then she straightens her back and walks primly out of the store. She starts laughing as soon as she hits the sidewalk.
“I would have been suspended by lunch.” She’s laughing so hard she has to bend over. “How is that a pot reference? Why is it on a highway sign?” Then she crosses her legs and announces she’s gonna pee if she laughs any harder as she falls sideways into me.
I grab onto her so she doesn’t topple to the ground and then, fuck it. I kiss her. Her legs are still twisted and she’s off balance with her chest pressed against mine. She makes a squeak of surprise that quickly turns into the softest moan I’ve ever heard and then her hands are on my shoulders. I have a moment of apprehension that she’s going to push me away but it vanishes when her fingers tentatively wrap behind my neck, because she’s not pushing—she’s pulling me closer. I keep one arm wrapped around her for support while moving the other hand into her hair. Which allows me to do what I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw her—wind it around my hand to maneuver her soft pink lips exactly where I want them. Well, no, not exactly where I want them—not with an audience.
I move my lips down to her jaw. This kiss is the best of my life. Every kiss with Chloe is the best kiss of my life, but this one, fuck. This one will be hard to top. Better than against her doorway when I shocked the hell out of her. Better than at the wedding when I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t just playing along. Her thumbs are rubbing little circles into the skin just above the collar of my shirt and the soft sighs and low moans coming out of her are driving me wild. And God help me, somewhere in all this she’s managed to unwind her legs and hike one of them around my thigh, trying to grind herself against me.
She breaks away, her breathing shallow, and meets my eyes.
“I’m hungry.”
Yes.
“Can we get pizza?” she asks, pointing to a sign about twenty yards away. “I think we should get pizza.” And then she starts walking.
Wait. We’re getting pizza?
What the fuck just happened?
Fifteen
Chloe
What the heck just happened? I think I just tried to dry-hump Boyd’s thigh in public. We were laughing and then we were kissing and then my slutty leg went rogue and now we’re having pizza. Pizza is good.
“Blue Moose Pizza,” I read off the sign as we approach the restaurant. “What a funny name, don’t you think? Moose aren’t blue. Unless you’re high on pot, right?” I glance quickly at Boyd then away again. “I think. I mean, I’ve never actually been high. Does it work like that? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Pizza!” I grab the door and dash inside.
Inside, we’re seated at a red-and-white checkered table and given menus. Boyd orders a beer and I order a Moosarita. For real, that’s what it’s called. Then I bury my face in the menu while Boyd stares at me from across the table.
“What kind of pizza do you want?” I ask him.
“Whatever you want,” he responds.
“Buffalo wing pizza?” I ask, still not looking up.
“Fine,” he agrees and places the order as the waitress drops off our drinks.
With the orders placed and menus gone, I’ve run out of distractions so I look at him. He looks like he wants to devour me. Pizza was a stupid idea. I should have taken him straight back to our room. What is wrong with me? Freaking social anxiety.
“So,” Boyd starts and I wet my lips with my tongue and run my eyes over him. He’s so… everything. He’s wearing a lightweight sweater and he’s pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. I love his arms. And his shoulders. And pretty much every bit of him that I’ve felt so far. I bet he’s hung like a horse. No, a moose! I bite my lip to keep from laughing at my own mental joke. Then I frown. What if he’s really huge? I’ve seen a total of three penises, not counting all the POD’s I’ve been sent and they were all sort of similar. You know, different but the same? Like the one curved a little more than the other two—
“Chloe?” Boyd interrupts my thoughts and I suspect he might have been trying to get my attention for a while.
“What?” I like his fingertips too, the way they rest against the beer bottle. His index finger rubbing at a corner of the label that’s pulling away from the bottle is turning me on. Big time. Big, big. I shake my head and laugh.