Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Bitch. Take what you can get.”
Just as I go to laugh, a scuffle breaks out on the court and all eyes turn to find Slade hovering over the dick who jumped at Damian, fists pounding heavy into his gut.
The boys rush in, desperate to tear him off the guy but it’s useless. Slade will stop when Slade is ready to stop. For now, we can kiss this game goodbye.
Chapter 7
The door of the bathroom barges open and I screech as I throw my hands over all of my lady bits, prepared and ready to scream at Blake for being such an ass but before I can get the words out, Slade is at the shower door, throwing it open and letting in all the cold air.
He leans in. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand, pulling out of the way when he tries to grab me.
“Don’t make me come in there, Virago,” he says, trying again though this time he bypasses my waist and goes straight for the tap and turns it off, leaving only freezing cold water.
“SLADE,” I squeal, darting out of the way as shampoo starts running down my face. I try and turn the tap back on but Slade is there, turning off the other. I slam a hand into his chest and push him away. “Are you serious right now? What are you doing? I’m not finished my shower.”
“I don’t care,” he says overly frustrated. “You need to hurry up.”
“I don’t need to do anything,” I tell him, watching him as he seems to be bursting at the seams. Excitement pours out of him but right now, whatever it is needs to wait. “It’s Friday night. All I need to be doing is finding some cute pajamas and climbing into bed while trying to forget that my boyfriend is an asshole with no boundaries.”
“First of all, you’re lame. Who sits at home on a Friday night and does nothing? And secondly, your boyfriend is fucking awesome.”
“My boyfriend just walked in here and didn’t let me finish washing out my shampoo before making demands. So yes, Slade,” I say, reaching across and turning the taps back on. “My boyfriend certainly is an asshole.”
He groans and throws his hands up in the air. “Fine. Finish doing whatever the fuck it is that you chicks do in here just make it quick.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to my shower, ready to take my sweet time. My eyes close as I tilt my hair back into the stream of water but when I don’t hear the door closing behind Slade, I look over my shoulder to find him perched up on the vanity, waiting ever so impatiently with his arms crossed over his wide chest. “You’re not waiting there.”
“The hell I am.”
I narrow my eyes at him and flick water across the bathroom. He simply grins, reaches across to the basin and turns on the hot water full blast, making my shower run cold once again.
I scream out. “Get out of here you dirty little cock sucker.”
His eyes glisten with laughter but he doesn’t dare make a sound so instead, I play him at his own game. If he wants to play, then let’s play.
I turn under the water and tilt my head back in the spray once again. The water is still chilly, leaving my nipples pebbled and hard. The shampoo begins running out of my hair and down my body as I slowly massage my scalp, the movement allowing my breasts to gently bounce.
My eyes close and I feel his heated gaze on my body.
He’s silent. Deathly silent.
The shampoo washes out and I scoop my soaking hair over my shoulder before reaching for the body wash. I lather it up in my loofah then slowly begin washing it over my skin.
I watch him watching me, following every movement of my hand. Over my shoulders, my breasts, across my stomach and then down between my legs.
He groans and the sound speaks to the devil living within me. Damn, it seems this game is working against me just as much as it is for him.
Slade jumps down from the vanity and as he strides toward me, I duck under the water, hastily washing off the soap before turning off the taps. “All done,” I announce proudly as he reaches the shower door. His hands grab the hem of his shirt, more than ready to join me in here and put whatever he was excited about behind him.
“What? What do you mean you’re done?”
“You told me to hurry up. I was just trying to be a good little girlfriend.”
“But…” he glances down then points to his junk which is extremely visible through his pants. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
I suck in a breath through my teeth and reach around him for my towel. I quickly wrap it around my body and then skip past him. “Oh, damn. Better luck next time.”