Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“You kiss all your friends?”
“Haven’t kissed you yet,” she pointed out, but she pressed onto her toes, like she was daring me to change that.
And I must have been the dumbest fool in the world, because I gave in — just for a split second, long enough to run my hands gruffly over her hips and down to cup her ass.
It was a greedy, selfish motion — an urge I couldn’t fight any longer. Even if just for a split second of insanity, I had to feel her. I had to.
She gasped, sucking in a breath and holding it as I groaned and squeezed her. For such a slight little thing, she had a great fucking ass. I wondered what it would be like to spank her, to bend her over, spread those cheeks, and feast on her sweet pussy like no boy her age knew how to.
Her eyes were heavy with want as she looked up at me, as if she could see every dirty thought playing out in my mind.
As if she had her own dirty thoughts playing on a highlight reel, too.
Fuck it.
I gripped her by the back of the neck and held her there as I lowered my mouth, ready to make her premonition come true. Grace’s eyes grew wide with surprise and then drunk with desire, with need, and she gripped my dress shirt in her clutches, meeting me halfway.
But before our lips could meet, a rushing river of Ospreys barreled out of the bar, toppling over one another and bringing a chaotic blast of noise with them.
Grace was lightning quick when she tore away from me, and she spun in a little circle next to Carter as if she’d just blown out of the bar with them.
I was still shocked and leaning against the wall when Vince all but tackled me.
“There you are, Brittzy!” he said, ruffling my hair. He frowned then. “Where’s my sister?”
Before I could answer, she jumped on his back with a battle cry, and he laughed and twirled her before taking off toward the bus. The rest of the team followed, all while I chastised myself for what I’d almost done and tried to regain my fucking composure.
I shook my head at what a moron I was as I finally pushed off the wall, following the last wave of my teammates as we exited the courtyard. Maven held back a bit, eyeing me curiously as I caught up.
“You alright, Brittzy? You look like someone else just blew out your birthday candles.”
I forced a smile. “I’m great. Just drunk.”
She arched a brow like she didn’t believe me, and then we both turned when we heard a loud, shrill scream followed by peals of laughter.
Vince was sprinting circles around the bus with Grace on his back holding on for dear life, and the team cheered him on while I attempted to wrangle my common sense.
When they blew past me, Grace tilted her head back on a laugh.
Then, her eyes found mine.
Time slugged to a stop again, everything in slow motion, her hair blowing behind her and a slow, wicked smile spreading on her lips.
One night.
One balmy, rowdy night of chaos.
That was all it took for Grace Tanev to turn my entire world inside out.
Getaway Car
Now
Grace
Waking up the morning after a breakup felt a lot like waking up the morning after stupidly throwing back seven tequila shots in a row.
And I knew that from experience.
My head pounded as I winced and pushed myself up in bed, my stomach aching from being empty and yet roiling at the thought of food. I pressed my fingertips to my eyes next, feeling how they were still puffy and dry from all the crying.
I hated crying.
It was gross and uncomfortable, too many bodily fluids and involuntary breathing patterns for my liking. I rarely allowed myself to succumb to it. But last night, I hadn’t had a choice.
Stupid boys.
I half-wondered if I had what it took to become a nun as I groaned and threw the covers off me, and then I padded barefoot and nearly blind to the bathroom, peeing and splashing water on my face.
I didn’t know what time it was. I assumed early, since the sun was flirting with the horizon, but I didn’t check my phone before making my way downstairs.
The house was quiet, Maven and Vince still sleeping, and I tiptoed through the living room, slowly and quietly sliding the back door open before shutting it behind me again.
My soul sighed when the first bit of salty air washed over my skin.
Every breath came easier as I made my way toward the water, the sun rising lazily behind me and slowly turning the water a brilliant turquoise. I sat my ass right in the sand, toes wiggling down into the cooler grains underneath the first layer, the briny smell of the ocean soothing my frazzled nerves and the breeze kissing my cheeks.