Until I Get You Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
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“This wall is my territory,” I repeated.

“You own this wall?” Her lips moved like she was trying not to laugh. “Okay, John Smith.”

“Who the fuck is John Smith?”

“A terrible person, but I was referring to the Disney version. From Pocahontas.” She scrutinized me so intensely that I had to fight the urge to wipe my face just in case. “You know, the settler.”

Not what I was expecting. “Yeah, I don’t think I ever saw that movie, and no, I don’t own the wall, but this is where the team usually stands.”

“What team?” She gave me a full once-over.

“The Blaze,” I said, even though I wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t just a ploy to get my interest.

“Oh. I’ve been here a while, and no one else has stood here.” She leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and turned her face away from me.

If that wasn't a dismissal, I didn’t know what was. I couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl—ignoring me and acting like I was nobody. I leaned against the wall, leaving space between us, and wondered what had captured her attention. The girls doing the keg stands? The ones running around in the sprinklers someone had turned on? People were already in various stages of undress. Two girls were making out with Nash simultaneously, which was hot and entertaining. Maybe they had her attention. I continued scanning the lawn. There was so much going on tonight. My eyes caught the woman who had bumped into me earlier, and she gave me the look. I looked away quickly, hoping she didn't walk over. Most of the time, only the women I looked at long enough walked over. It was how I sealed the deal. Or, rather, how they did, since I wasn’t always a sure bet. For the time being, I wasn’t interested in anyone coming over here. I didn’t even want the one next to me here, but at least she was quiet. Silence was what I wanted tonight. Better silence than small talk, which was why I couldn’t understand why I was the first one to break it. There was a first time for everything, I guess.

“Are you new?” I asked.

“No.”

“Really? And you don't know me?” I realized it made me sound like a douchebag, but my face was plastered everywhere.

“I guess you look a little familiar.” She side-eyed me. “Are you going to tell me you do porn?”

“What?” Laughter rumbled in my chest and left my mouth before I could stop it. “Do you watch a lot of porn?”

“Can’t say that I do, but it’s a thing. If someone says you look familiar, you’re supposed to say you’re in porn films. It’s stupid, but the world is full of idiots, so. . .” She shrugged.

She didn’t seem impressed by me at all, and I had to admit, it felt strange. Maybe that was part of why I was still standing here beside this girl with the face of a goddess and the personality of Wednesday Addams. Was she one of those people who wanted to be chased? If so, good fucking luck. Chasing after someone was a foreign concept to me — one that took up more time and energy than I was willing to give. I studied her again. She watched the party with such disinterest that I wondered why she was there.

“You’re unimpressed.”

Her eyes snapped to mine. “By you?”

“By everything.”

She seemed to consider that for a moment, a little wrinkle forming at the center of her face. “I’m not unimpressed. I’m just bored.”

“What are you bored of?”

“Everything.” She huffed and then let out a tired, unamused laugh.

“I can get you un-bored if you’d like.” I gave her my charming, panty-dropping smile.

She stared at me for a moment. “No, thanks.”

No, thanks. I brought the beer bottle to my lips to hide my amusement and gulped to avoid laughing. I'd lost count of the number of women who'd thrown themselves at me from the moment I walked in the door. Now, the one I actually asked – which I never fucking did since I never fucking had to – said no, thanks the way you’d turn down being spritzed in the perfume aisle.

“Are you in this sorority?”

“Hell no,” she said and quickly added, “‘Not that there’s anything wrong with sororities at all. I’m just not interested.”

“Right. Because you’re bored.” I turned, pressing my arm against the wall and crossing my arms to look at her as we spoke. She didn’t mimic my movement. Shocker. “So you have friends in the sorority.”

“My roommate.”

“Your roommate isn’t a friend?” I took another sip of beer.

“She’s my best friend.” Her brows pulled together as she looked around, maybe trying to find her roommate/best friend. I fought the urge to reach out and iron her frown away. She looked like she’d knee me in the balls if I touched her.



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