Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Common side effect, yes.” I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jacket to keep from reaching for her. “Where are your friends?”
“Left ’em inside.”
“No one cared?”
She shrugged. “Wanted to see you.” She slid off of my car with mischievous intent in her eyes. “Wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“Well, I’m here now.”
“You are, aren’t you?” she said, tilting her head to the side. She reached forward and ran a hand down the front of my leather jacket. Her lips tilted dangerously upward. “Do you have the whip too?”
“Harley…”
Her hand moved to the buttons of my shirt, trailing her fingers up the line of my chest. “You know it’s my birthday.”
“I do, in fact. I came to make sure you got home safely.”
She took another step in. Our chests nearly touching as her hands tangled in my collar. “Do you know what I want for my birthday?”
I remained perfectly still. “I think I can guess.”
“I can tell you in explicit detail,” she purred.
“You’re drunk,” I repeated.
“Doesn’t change anything.”
I gripped her wrist in my hand. “Unfortunately, it changes everything.”
She stuck out her bottom lip. “You don’t want me?”
“That has never been our problem.”
“So, you do want me?”
“I want to see you safely home.”
“To your home?” she asked, leaning all of her weight against me.
My cock stirred at her closeness. If I were a different person, a different guy…
But I was not that guy. I’d made the choice about us at our first meeting. We could fuck. Man, could we ever fuck. I’d have her bent over my bed all night for how much I wanted her. That hot, feisty mouth and her tight little body and wet fucking pussy. Every fiber of my being wanted that with her.
Oh, how I hated being the bigger person.
“To your house.”
She shook her head. “Nope. Your place.”
“Get in the car, Wright.”
Her eyes lit up. Wasted drunk and still defiant as hell. “I want to be in your bed.”
I exhaled and then finally nodded. “Fine. Stay in my bed.”
That didn’t mean anything was going to happen. But I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her here. Not when her friends had let her wander off, we were this close to bar close, and as far as I knew, she didn’t have another way home.
So, I helped her into the passenger side and drove home.
It had nothing to do with wanting her there.
Nothing at all.
15
Harley
“Chase?”
He kept his eyes on the road as he pulled into his neighborhood. “Hmm?”
My head was spinning a million miles a minute. I couldn’t believe he was here. I couldn’t believe we were going to his house. I couldn’t believe any of it.
I leaned across the seat. His hand was on the stick shift, and I threaded my fingers through his on top of it. He breathed out heavily, but didn’t move it.
“Can we call a truce?”
“A truce?” he asked.
“Mmhmm.”
“What is involved in this truce?”
“You fuck me.”
He choked on a laugh. “Harley, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk.”
His eyes shot to mine in disbelief. “Uh-huh.”
Okay. I was that drunk. I had a line of black Sharpie marks up my arm that listed all the drinks I’d had. Way too many. I’d almost thrown up halfway through the night, and my head was still spinning.
But God, I wanted his cock inside of me. I wanted it so fucking bad. Like I’d never wanted it before.
He parked the Porsche in the garage and came around to the passenger side as I tried to step out. Instead, I nearly ate it, barely catching myself on the door to his Subaru.
“Fuck,” I bit out.
“Come here. I got you.”
I tried to step toward him and tumbled forward again. He caught me in his arms before I could fall. I started giggling. Suddenly, it was all hilarious.
He shook his head, kicked the door closed, and lifted me effortlessly into his arms.
“Oh!” I gasped.
I was a rag doll, limp, my head lolling back. The whole world felt upside down.
“I’ve never had this much to drink in my life.”
“I can believe that,” he said as he carried me across the threshold.
“It’s so freeing to not care.”
He pursed his lips. “How so?”
“I always care so fucking much.” My hands knotted in the leather jacket. “I have to be perfect. In school, I have to maintain a 4.0. I need to keep my scholarship. I have to get into the best law school.”
“I understand that life. I went through that.”
“Yeah. Yale. Where did you go to law school?”
“UT Austin.”
“That’s a good school.”
“My dad was disappointed,” he said flatly.
“Fuck him.”
Chase laughed. “Yes, well, I mean to say that you can only make the decision for yourself.”
“I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer.”
The words hit me in the gut. The words I’d never uttered to anyone. Certainly not to my mom, who had slaved to get me the best education so I could pursue my dream. Or my brothers, who always believed I would change the world. Definitely not to my dad, who I never told anything.