Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Hey, Red. Like the jeans,” Hendrix said before I closed the door.
Monroe argued with my brother the entire way home. When we got inside, he stomped over to the couch and snatched up the game controller, flipping Monroe the bird. “Wanna let me whoop your ass in Call of Duty, Zepp?” He grabbed the remote, and the TV flickered to life.
“You’re just gonna sit there covered in someone else’s blood?” Monroe said.
“It’s dried.” Hendrix scowled, glancing back at me. “Who is she? Mary Poppins?”
“Well, that’s fine then. Dried hepatitis.” She looked at me, pulled her phone from her pocket, then pressed it to her ear. “God, he’s gross.” Then she let out a groan. “Dammit, Jade. Answer your phone.” She jabbed her finger over the screen before tucking it away.
“Don’t wanna hang out?” I asked, starting up the stairs.
“Not like I can go anywhere,” she said, following me. “And I’m definitely not sitting with American psycho there.”
“It’s not that much blood.”
“Well, that’s all right then,” she said, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she brushed past me and into my room.
Into. My. Room.
With any other girl, that would have meant game on. But with Monroe...I had started to think if I could get in a session of dry humping, I would be doing good. Stopping at the doorway, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it at her. She swatted it away before her eyes landed on my chest, then dropped lower.
“Welcome to come take a shower with me,” I suggested.
“Trying to get me naked?”
I smirked. “Always.” I headed to the bathroom, leaving it cracked just in case…
By the time I stepped into the shower, my dick was at full mast. Every creak of the floorboard caused it to twitch in anticipation. There was that small hope that I would walk back into that room and Monroe would be naked and spread-eagle on my bed, waiting. But I’d been fantasizing about fucking her for so long, I would probably come in less than a minute. Which was why I jerked one out real quick before I washed off.
When I got back to my room, Monroe wasn’t naked. She wasn’t spread-eagle. She wasn’t even on my bed. She was beside my desk, staring down at the sketchbook I had left wide open. On the picture I had drawn of her. I went to my dresser to grab clothes, pretending I didn’t care; that she had not seen some vulnerable part of me when it absolutely was.
“You drew this?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re really talented, Zepp.”
Ignoring her, I grabbed a pair of boxers from my drawer. Her seeing that sketch had exposed more of me than I wanted her to see and that compliment made me feel like some wounded wolf, limping through the woods.
“Thanks for giving me a lift,” she said quietly.
“Yeah. Sure.” I dropped the towel, watching her watch me in the mirror before I stepped into my boxers.
“What are you doing tonight?” She sat on the edge of the bed, tracing a finger over the bedspread. She was cute when she was awkward.
I snorted. “Not shit. You?”
“Sitting at your house and waiting for Jade to pick up her phone.” She paused for a second. “She’s probably bored of rescuing me every time the shit box breaks.”
There was a part of me that hated she had called Jade instead of me. God, I was so screwed. “Just call me from now on.”
She chewed at her lip. “You realize this is a weekly thing...”
“Don’t care.” I sank to the bed beside her.
She fidgeted, knotting her fingers in her lap. “See if you’re still saying that at the end of our three months.” She snorted.
I drew a circle over the knee of her jeans. “I think we’re a little past that. Don’t you?” Seconds passed, my chest growing tight.
“I think…” Her gaze dropping to my mouth as she hesitated.
Fuck this. I gripped her hair, then pressed my lips against hers hard before I pulled back. “You think what?”
“We aren’t friends,” she breathed.
“No shit.” Then I pinned her to the mattress, settling between her thighs. Her hands trailed over my back, and I leaned down to kiss her again.
“Cockface!” Hendrix shouted.
Before my bedroom door smacked against the wall, Monroe shoved me off and sat up.
“I knew it!” Hendrix pointed at me with a perverted grin before he threw himself onto the bed.
God, I wanted to strangle him.
“Bumping uglies.” He cackled.
“Get out!” I smacked him in the forehead. “Dick.”
“Look, this fuckfest is gonna have to wait.” He waggled his eyebrows at Monroe before looking back at me. “The guy they stole the Trans Am from has already reported it. Bell said it’s on the police scanner.”
“Fuck off, Hendrix.” I shoved my foot into his side and pushed him onto the floor with a thud. He was screwing with me because he thought I was about to get laid. No way the guys caught.