Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“What the hell was that?” Bec squawks beside me.
“I have no clue,” I tell her as Brooke starts to laugh.
“Tell me it was better than last week?” she questions.
I scrunch up my face and shake my head. Just like that, the four of us burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter. “Holy shit,” Brooke says, straightening herself up and wiping at the tears in her eyes. “I think I just peed myself.”
“You’re such an idiot,” I tell her over the sound of the music as a slight headache starts to seep in from all the noise and dancing.
She grins back at me. “I’m going to go find the bathroom,” she tells me before promptly turning her back and disappearing.
“Shit,” I groan after my drunken best friend. I turn to Bec and Courtney. “Can you guys go with her so she doesn’t get herself in trouble? I’m going to grab some fresh air.”
“No problem,” Bec says before they turn and hurry after her.
I turn in the opposite direction and head for the back door, passing a couple practically screwing up against the wall. The second I step out into the fresh air, I take a deep breath, letting the cool air rush into my lungs.
I walk out into the yard and past the massive pool, which even I must admit is pretty damn impressive. I swear, the party must be even bigger out here. There’s a massive yard with a bonfire. People are scattered and dancing all around while others sit around the fire, laughing and drinking as they enjoy their night. Even I have to admit that this is one hell of a good party, even with Nate Ryder hanging around somewhere.
I pull my phone out and quickly check the time. 12:37 am. Hmm, I hadn’t realized just how quickly the night was going. Mom is expecting me and Brooke home soon.
I find myself a dark corner and lean up against the brick wall of the house when a set of arms wrap around my waist. I gasp and look up into Josh’s hazel eyes. “I knew you’d come looking for me,” he murmurs into my ear as his hand travels down to grab my ass.
Just like before, I hardly have a chance to take a breath before he seals his lips to mine with his tongue invading my mouth. Inside, I could mostly handle it as I had the party vibe going on, but right now, I’m tired and I have a headache, and having some guy’s tongue halfway down my throat just isn’t cutting it.
I turn my head away and he aims his lips for my neck. I mean, this is definitely a much better situation. The way his lips move against my neck has a slight moan slipping out of me. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that,” he says as he presses himself against me, letting me feel just how turned on he is. “Why don’t we go upstairs for a little more privacy?”
I consider it for the briefest moment before realizing that I don’t want to give up my V-card at a party to the drunk quarterback who wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Most girls at this party would say I’m insane to pass this up, after all, he’s the most popular guy in school, being with him right now would mean setting myself up as Queen B for the whole senior year. I mean, every girl in the school wants to be in my position, and I’m hating myself for not feeling it.
Why can’t I just be a whore for one night? Just lose all my morals and have a good time?
I groan before letting him down, hoping this doesn’t ruin my chances for another night. “I can’t. I have to go.”
His hands on my ass tighten as he gets a good squeeze. “Come on, babe,” he says. “I’ll make it quick.”
Ahhhhhhh…. Nah. My first time is not going to be a quick, meaningless screw.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I really have to go. Rain check?” Or maybe an actual date and a little effort on your part before you try to get in my pants?
Josh goes to reply when screams coming from behind us steal both our attention. Josh whips around as I twist to look around him, trying to figure out what has people so freaked out.
It only takes a second for me to work it out as Nate’s matte black Camaro comes tearing through the back yard with his best friend, Parker, hanging out the passenger window, banging on the side of the car and egging Nate on. People duck and dodge as they try to get out of his way while others, like me, stand there gawking at the sight.
“Fuck,” Josh grunts as his hands ball into fists at his side. As he watches Nate, it’s clear he’s not impressed, especially as Nate heads for the bonfire, but we all know, there’s nothing that can be done. If it was anyone else, this shit would have been dealt with, but not with Nate.