Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
He wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met before. Genuine, responsible, and respectful of the world’s boundaries. Qualities I’d never known anyone my age to have before.
Maybe all wealthy people acted that way, but I didn’t think so.
“You like to do what’s right?” I asked.
“I don’t know about that,” he hedged then gave me a side grin. “That’s a lie. I’m generally aware of what’s right and what’s wrong. I try to stay on the right side of things. Sometimes, I fail.”
I nodded and turned toward him as much as my seatbelt allowed. “Like volunteering to drive me home?”
“Exactly,” he said, letting the word drag out as he nodded.
I got it. I tried to do what’s right. My rebellion came by climbing out my window at all hours of the day and night, but I generally stayed close to home.
“Take the right then the next left,” I said, when the lights from the convenience store came into view.
“You don’t have to be home right away, right?” Dash asked, flipping on the blinker and gently applying the brakes as we approached the four-way stop. He continued to slow, preparing to pull into the convenience store’s parking lot. “I really need to use the restroom.”
“They’re around back, but you need a key,” I said, scanning the parking lot. I didn’t recognize the few trucks or guys, who rested their forearms over the back of one truck’s bed.
If those guys were locals, my concern for Dash’s well-being spiked, and I pointed a finger to drive around the side of the building. “Why don’t you park around there and let me go get the key.”
The implication wasn’t lost on him. He took a wide curve to park in the back of the lot.
Dash came to a stop and lifted in his seat to extract his wallet from his back pocket. He thumbed through the bills, more cash than I’d ever seen, and pulled out a twenty, handing it to me. “Can you get me a Coke? And get whatever you want.”
I didn’t take the money as I reached for the door handle. I had my birthday money on me. It wasn’t much but I could buy us drinks.
Dash’s hand darted out, gripping my forearm, keeping me from leaving the car.
That sizzle happened again, searing me from the inside out. Excitement rushed through my veins as desire raced along my nerve endings. Goose bumps sprang forward.
I couldn’t hide my body’s reaction as the breath I held released in a simple sigh. No way he missed it.
The rawness of my response flushed my cheeks, warmth creeping up. My uncertain gaze skidded to his.
“Let me make sure the overhead light is off.” He didn’t immediately release my arm, but it also didn’t linger. The wild fluttering of my heart locked me there, staring at Dash. He broke the gaze and hold, something I’d never be able to do, and reached for the overhead light. “Take the money. You’re taking the risk of being with me. Let me buy you a soda for your birthday.”
The twenty was back in my line of sight. In auto mode, I accepted it. I certainly couldn’t think properly while in the middle of my acute physical response. Luckily, the fresh, sultry air helped cool my heated skin and cleared my head, but my cock remained stiff as a board. I had to adjust myself as I started for the store’s entry.
Dash’s touch was like a Louisville slugger’s grand slam to my libido. I wasn’t even ashamed of my reaction. Every other time I had the slightest physical attraction toward a dude, I immediately went into flight mode. Forcing a turn and burn out of there as quickly as possible.
I rounded the corner, scratching my jaw. I felt real stubble there, at least in a small patch. My shoulders firmed up, squaring, and I grinned at how truly comfortable I was.
“Brooks. We wondered who parked around there,” one of the guys standing at the truck’s bed edge said. The outside lights from the store made it easier to see their faces. I honestly didn’t remember any of them. They looked quite a bit older than me.
“Hey.” I lifted my chin. Hard to come off as cool with the grin etched on my lips. It might be permanently there from now on. I tucked my hands in my front pockets, pushing the cash inside, and hopefully, hiding the full hard-on in the front of my jeans.
I made quick work of buying our drinks and grabbing the key from the attendant. I ignored the guys, only giving another nod, because it seemed like the thing to do, and I started around the building to the car.
“Hey, Coach wants you to come play for us,” one of the guy’s said, his voice moving closer. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. The guy was taking long strides toward me. Nothing about him jogged any memory. Crap.