Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
We already played this game at the wedding, but I was sober. Nervous about what his strong stare meant. But right now, I like it. He looks like the kind of guy you’d call up whenever you need a good time but would never introduce to your father. Good thing I don’t have one. Jasmine places another shot in front of me, and I take it, not looking away.
His eyes drop to my chest, and my heart picks up when he licks his lips, informing me he’s thinking the same thing I am. The last guy I slept with was Mitch, and I’m not going there tonight.
But Cross? I could do that. Or let him do me. Yeah, why not? I should get to have fun, right? I’m a single woman who knows what she wants, and he’s staring at me like he wants me too. He can sit on his throne while I kneel for him.
Make me your queen for the night.
“I’m ready to go,” I announce to no one in particular.
Jasmine laughs. “Yeah, I noticed that.”
I look over at her, and she’s giving me a lopsided smile. I don’t say anything. I’m not hiding what I want. Why should I?
“Let’s go.” She slides her arm into the crook of mine, and we stumble over to the guys. “We’re ready.”
“About time,” Grave says, checking his watch. “Did you two come together?”
“Yep.” I nod, my eyes still on Cross. He’s got to be around six-two by the way I’m looking up at him, even in my heels. Now that I’m close and paying attention, I see how broad his shoulders are. His tight shirt shows me every curve of muscle that it hides. His right hand holds a cup of water. His left has a Zippo in it, flipping it open and closed. The small movement is mesmerizing in his tatted fingers, momentarily stealing my attention. I keep expecting him to light it.
Jasmine elbows me, and I look up. “I rode …” Hiccup. “With Jasmine.”
Grave turns to Cross. “You drive Alexa home, and I’ll take Jasmine.”
Fuck yes! I want to jump up and down at that, but I’m afraid I’ll fall over.
Cross agrees with a nod. “Need me to follow you and give you a ride home after you drop her off.”
Grave shakes his head. “She’s coming with me. She can drive herself home in the morning.” He then grabs her arm and yanks her from us.
“Have fun!” Jasmine calls out, laughing while he drags her through the crowd.
CHAPTER THREE
CROSS
SHE’S DRUNK, BUT it’s not like I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know the woman, but I could tell she was on a mission to drown whatever memories she has with Mitch. Can’t say I blame her. I’ve done it all my life. But it was because of my father, not some bitch I loved and lost.
Falling forward, she trips over her heels, and I reach out to grab her. “Whoa,” I say, bringing her to a stop. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nods, pushing pieces of her bleach-blond hair back from her face. Some strands have fallen free from her messy bun throughout the night. “I don’t remember parking this far out.”
That’s because she came with Jasmine. I didn’t park where they had. “Here,” I say, stepping in front of her and bending my knees. “Jump on. I’ll give you a lift.”
She laughs, placing her hands on my shoulders, and then she jumps up onto my back. I wrap my fingers around the thighs of her jeans and hold her in place as her arms come around my neck. Her face is by my ear, and I can hear her breathing.
My cock instantly hardens at the sound and feel of her breath on me, and sweat beads on my forehead.
Should have said no, Cross!
I try to think of anything else and slow my breathing while walking faster. I just need to get her home and drop her off. Get as far away as I can from Alexa, but the way her breasts press into my back, have me thinking of ripping that shirt off her.
We enter the parking garage, and I see some guys crowded around my white Pininfarina Battista. I’ve got the only one in town. They see us coming toward them, and they take a step back. “Nice car, man,” one says as I walk over to the passenger side door.
“Thanks,” I say before letting go of Alexa’s legs and tapping her thigh to release my waist from her grip. It physically pains me to do it. I want her legs wrapped around me once they’re gone, but this time, I want her to be underneath me.
She slides in, and I make my way to the driver’s side. Starting it up, I look over at her. “Where to?” I meant it more as a “where do you live?” but what I wanted to say and the words that actually came out were two very different things.