Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t this set it up to end even worse?”
“Maybe,” he shrugs. “But until I know you and I aren’t doomed one hundred percent, I’m probably going to kill anyone that comes around. I almost ended Max.”
“Max is no chump,” I giggle.
“I’d have pieced him out,” he teases. “But stop changing the subject. Let’s give this one try. One good, solid effort, and if I think I’m fucking it up or if you think I am or if it becomes too much, we stop right then. Done. No more.”
“Okay,” I whisper, grinning like a loon.
He digs under the neckline of his t-shirt and removes the necklace his grandmother gave him. He holds it in his hand and looks at it for a long moment before placing it around my neck.
“I want you to wear this,” he says softly, positioning it carefully so the cross sits in the center of my chest. “There’s no reason why and it’s really dumb but I want to know it’s there.”
“It’s not dumb,” I say, placing my hand over his and pressing it against my body. “It’s sweet.”
He smirks. “Who knew I could be sweet?”
“I had an inkling,” I shrug.
“Did you really?”
“Mmhmm. You come in with this cocky swagger, but I could see through you.”
“That’s impressive,” he says, moving so that I’m lying on my back. He hovers over me, his smirk growing wider.
Reaching between his legs, I cup his hardening length. “That’s impressive too.”
“You know what’s double impressive?” He lays kisses along my neck, to the base of my ear, and over to my mouth.
“What’s that?”
“Showing you how impressively sweet I can be with my impressive cock.”
I giggle, but the sounds are swept up by his kisses. When he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, I grin. “I’m willing to give you an opportunity to put your money where your mouth is.”
“Don’t you mean my mouth where the honey is?”
“Oh my God,” I laugh, my body shaking. “That was awful.”
Before I know what’s happening, my dress is bunched at my waist and he’s between my legs. A wicked look in his eye, he stares at me through his lashes. “This, Sunshine, will be good. I promise.”
His head dips between my legs and I’m reminded just how good he can be.
CHAPTER 29
BRANCH
“What the fuck are they doing here?” I ask.
Chauncey and I watch as the Columbus Tigers come onto the field. The offense takes over the opposing end zone and starts to run basic plays while we watch.
“Is this Coach’s surprise?” Chauncey looks at me. “He’s a sadist.”
Finding number seven, Callum throws a pass that spirals perfectly into the hands of a receiver. Callum raises a hand in the air before turning and finding me. He stares at me for a long minute, going so far as to take off his helmet to make it clear who he’s looking at.
I wave.
My entire body shivers as a shot of testosterone mixed with adrenaline shoots though me. “It’s gonna be a long day, Chauncey,” I say, heading back to our huddle.
Coach is in the center of our offense with a clipboard. “Okay, boys. We’re trying something different today. This will demonstrate how necessary it is for you to be willing to change it up and go with the flow, all right? I want all backs and receivers to join the Tigers’ offense. All linemen and Frutter,” he says, nodding to our quarterback, “down with the Tigers’ defense.”
Finn is across from me. Our eyes meet for a split second before he looks away.
Coach ends the huddle and we all start off to our assigned positions. I hang back a little and step in time with Finn.
“Hey,” I say, looking up at him.
“What?”
“How are you?”
“Good.”
“Great. That’s great,” I say, sarcasm thick in my voice. “When are you going to stop this?”
“Never.”
Blowing out a breath, I take my assignment from the Tigers coach and line up on the outside. Finn lines up on the far side of the field. I’m too irritated with him to listen to the play Callum calls.
The play starts, the defense rushing. I break around the side only to turn around and have the ball smashing against the side of my helmet about a good four steps too early.
The ball falls to the grass, the play stopped, as I look up at the sound of my name.
“Gotta keep your head up, Best, if you want to catch it,” Callum taunts, glaring at me through his facemask.
“Get the ball where it’s supposed to be and I will.”
We line up again. The play starts, and this time I don’t even get a step off the line before the ball pelts me in the side.
This is something I could normally laugh off because he obviously looks like the idiot. But it’s Callum. He’s calling me out, and I’m not about to back down.