Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I guess I can’t blame them. We were complete strangers when we met, and I noticed his bright blue eyes and dimpled smile right away. No one can honestly claim he isn’t handsome. But the fact that we’re blood related instantly diminished his appeal.
As does the fact that he’s a pig. He’d nail every last girl in housekeeping if he could. Everyone knows it, and it still doesn’t seem to sway them from their adoration. I don’t understand.
The fawning over Ronan hasn’t been much better. You’d think he were some sort of god who walked on water to get here. Though, after last night, I might agree with that.
David was never able to get me to orgasm during sex, and he tried. Eventually, he insisted it had to be my issue, and I agreed.
I swallow the rising bubble of nerves as a memory hits, of Ronan kneeling in front of me, gripping my thighs tight. I can still feel him with each step I take. Just the thought of him now stirs a throb between my legs.
Giving my head a shake, I push all thoughts of Ronan aside.
16. Ronan
“Six people to a cabin?” Connor’s jaw drops.
“Yeah. And bunk beds.” Dean shakes his head. “Didn’t you read the email? It was all spelled out in there.”
“I top-lined it.” Connor shrugs. “Caught the important things.”
Apparently not. “I sure as shit don’t remember you telling me I’d be going back to camp,” I glare at my idiot roommate. “Seriously, is it too late to back out?”
“Fuck that, you are not backing out. Trust me, this summer is gonna be life-altering.” Connor slaps my shoulder. “I’ll even take the top ’cause I’m such a good friend.”
“And you get to bottom, Ronan,” Dean gibes.
“Whoa there.” Connor waggles his finger. “We’re not at the crossing-swords stage of our friendship yet.”
“Yet?” I throw my hands out in a what the fuck gesture. “I like you, man, but not like that.”
His eyebrows arch. “What if we’re tag-teaming and we accidentally—”
“No.” I shake my head. I’m willing to embrace my single life wholeheartedly, but dicks don’t make mine hard.
Meanwhile, Dean doubles over with laughter.
The sound of approaching heels stalls our highly inappropriate conversation. Three front desk clerks stroll along the hallway, dressed in matching fitted skirts and blouses, Starbucks cups in their manicured hands.
“Hey, Eliza.” Dean waves at the leggy blond, the one boning Ryan’s ex.
“Hey.” Her fingers wiggle with her returning wave, giving him a brief glance before her attention shifts first to Connor, then to me, where it lingers until she’s forced to break her gaze.
Connor tracks her ass as they head down the hall. “Damn, those are some legs.”
“Yup.” She’s about as opposite to Ryan as one can get.
He shakes his head. “Seriously, she’s one of the hottest girls at this location. What does she see in David? The guy’s as exciting as a colon cleanse.”
“Probably the same thing Ryan saw in him,” I counter.
“Yeah, but that’s Ryan,” he scoffs, as if it’s self-explanatory.
“Legs has nothing on your sister.” I may not have seen it when I first met Ryan, but now that I have, I can’t unsee it. Especially not after last night, with her compact naked body splayed out before me, as she bit her bottom lip to keep from making noise. I can say with one hundred percent certainty that no woman has shocked me like she did, showing up in my room like that. “Seriously, she’s a catch.” Who is currently freaking out about hooking up with me last night if skipping her jog to hide behind her bedroom door is any clue.
I expected as much, though.
“Dude, your sister’s hot,” Dean jumps in to echo. “Like, in that nerdy school librarian way. But she’s got that ass—”
Connor cuts off his words with a warning index finger shoved to Dean’s face.
My phone chirps then and I use that excuse to avert my guilty gaze and read the email that just came in from Jean in HR.
I smile. “I need to sign more paperwork for the transfer.”
17. Ryan
“Hey, Tatum!”
My back stiffens at the sound of my brother’s booming voice. I’d like more than anything to pretend I’m not here, but he’ll holler until people glare at me.
With a reluctant groan, I stand.
And inhale sharply at the tall form standing next to him. Of course they’re together. They’re inseparable.
Except at night, when I’m propositioning Ronan in his bed.
He watches me approach, the tiniest smile curving his full lips. Lips I have yet to kiss. Yet? No! It’s not happening!
I lock my focus on Connor. Does he know? Has Ronan told him?
If he has, and Connor announces it in here, which I wouldn’t put past him, I will stab him with the pencil in my grip.
“What do you want?” It comes out harsher than I intend. That’s the way my anxiety reveals itself—I turn into a bitch. And boy, am I anxious.