Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Everyone is into different things,” I tell her, my lips twitching with a teasing smile. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll fall head over heels in love with Caleb and he can come tie you up you in the middle of the night.”
We both giggle.
“Well, when you put it that way,” she says breathlessly, “it’s kind of hot. Do you think Caleb could be kinky? He seems so nice.”
I want to tell her that I don’t see him being kinky at all, but he’s a nice guy and a friend. I’ll let them figure it out. “Maybe. He seems like a good listener. I bet he’d be willing to give it a go with someone like you.”
She blushes. “Someone like me?”
I point at her porn star tits. “For one, you’ve got a rack I would positively kill for. Like full on murdering River. One day, I’ll save up some money and buy some just like ‘em. I’ll drag you in there with me and tell the surgeon, ‘These. I want these exact tits.’”
We both lose ourselves to a fit of giggles.
“And second, you’re popular and sweet,” I assure her. “Everyone likes you. Even me, and I don’t like many people.”
“You’re pretty awesome,” she says. “And if we’re being honest, I’d love to have your unabashed confidence. You wear a perpetual ‘fuck you all’ look and it’s amazing. I wish I didn’t care so much. My dad is…”
“An asshole?” I quip. “So is mine.”
She beams. “Daddy issues.”
You have no idea, Olivia.
“Definitely,” I agree and then frown. “My dad is in insurance and he’s obsessed with making a name for himself. Mom pretends I don’t exist so her country club friends won’t see what a fuck up I am.”
“Well my dad is a judge and is always on me and my sister’s cases. My mom died when we were little, so he tries to be both parents.” She curls her lip up. “He sucks at it. Oh my God, you should have seen him when I started my period. I thought he was going to burn me at the stake rather than have to go out with me to buy tampons.”
“Emo!” Coach hollers from his office. “This is detention, not an episode of Gossip Girls. Get your tail back in this chair before I start adding on days.”
I groan and Olivia sniggers. She leans in to hug me. It’s nice. Having a girlfriend is something new for me. Girls don’t typically like me for some reason.
“I think you should put the moves on him,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Coach wants you bad.”
I stiffen and argue. “No. He doesn’t want me. Coach hates me.”
“Sure, River. Keep telling yourself that. Just know that I won’t tell anyone if you get with him. Your secret is safe with me.”
She releases me and bounds out of the bathroom.
“Rowe,” Coach bellows. “Get out of here before I give you detention too.”
“Sorry Coach!” she hollers, before racing out of the locker room.
When I make it back to his office, he’s sitting on the edge of his desk wearing a smirk. His dark hair on top of his head is slightly tousled from a long day and I want to run my fingers through it. My eyes travel down his sculpted chest before landing on his cock. It bulges clear as day through his shorts.
“Lacy has a picture of your cock,” I tell him with a raised eyebrow.
I can tell I’ve derailed him for a moment because his brows scrunch together. “What?”
“Apparently Olivia’s friend Lacy took a picture of your dick. It’s a nice dick. I can see the appeal. I’m jealous it’s her screensaver on her phone though,” I say and give him an exaggerated wink. “Maybe I can get a picture without all the lame clothes covering it.”
He strides toward me. The door is wide open but he stalks me anyway, the expression on his face promising he’s about to devour me. His palm slides to my throat and he pins me to the wall beside the open doorway. “You fuck my head up with your sassy little words and your fine as hell body. Are you trying to get me fired, Emo?”
“It’s true,” I retort and meet his smoldering gaze. “Your cock is a fan fave here at Brown.”
He rolls his eyes but then leans against me so I can feel the dick the whole school seems to talk about. “Are you a fan?”
“I’d vote for it in a pretty penis competition,” I tease and tug at the whistle around his neck.
He snorts and brushes his nose against mine. “My cock is scary. Not fucking pretty.”
I lift my leg and wrap it around his thigh so he’ll rub against me where I really need him. My panties are drenched with desire. “You can pull him out and I can see for myself if he’s scary or not.”