Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I shake my head, not interested in being a fifth wheel. “Do you mind if I hang out in your room for a while and get some studying done?”
“Sure,” he says, “have at it. What’s going on at your place?”
My gaze flickers to the girls before I jerk my shoulders. “Andrew has company.”
Brayden snorts. “That sounds about right.”
“Feel free to crash here if you need to,” Rowan offers before walking toward the front door. “Catch you later.”
“Yeah, later.” As I watch the four of them head out, a strange ache mushrooms up at the bottom of my gut.
It takes a moment to realize what it is.
Longing.
For the first time in my life, I want what they have.
31
CROSBY
By the time I make it to Brooke’s, it’s almost eleven o’clock on the dot. Even though it’s late, people are still coming and going. Two girls smile and hold the door open for me as they step inside the lobby. Instead of heading toward the elevator with them, I push into the stairwell and take the steps two at a time. It’s only been a couple of hours since I ran into her at the library, and already I’m impatient to get my hands on her. Once I reach the third floor, I pass by a couple of doors before stopping in front of her apartment.
Just as I lift my hand to knock, the thick wood swings open. Fingers reach out, locking around my wrist before I’m tugged inside the dark entryway. Brooke’s lips find mine as I wrap my arms around her body and haul her close. All I want to do is devour this girl until I’ve consumed every piece of her.
By the time we finally pull apart, we’re both breathing hard. With our hands clasped, she drags me through the apartment. There’s just enough light slanting in through the windows at the far end of the living room to keep me from knocking into the furniture.
As we pass through the short hallway, she glances over her shoulder before holding one finger to her mouth and nodding toward Sasha’s room. Once we step over the threshold, she carefully closes the door and twists the lock.
“Easton’s spending the night, so you should probably head out early again.”
“No problem.”
“Did you get a chance to fix your phone yet?” she asks, knocking me out of those thoughts.
Right.
My phone.
These lies will seriously be the death of me.
I suck my lip ring into my mouth and chew on it, trying to decide how to answer.
When I fail to respond, she pushes away from the door and swallows up the distance between us. Her palms settle on my chest before stroking them upward to my shoulders. She squeezes them before they flutter to my cheeks. Stretching onto the tips of her toes, her lips settle on mine. That’s all it takes for the warring thoughts swirling through my head to empty.
My arms slip around her body before dragging her close. This girl is everything I’ve always wanted, and I’m so afraid of losing her. I don’t know what the right thing to do here is.
Well…I do.
I’m just reluctant to tell her the truth.
After a few heated minutes, she breaks away. Her hands drift from my face as one trails down my chest to the waistband of my jeans before flipping open the button.
I still her movements, knowing what I’ve got to do. “Maybe we should talk for a minute.”
A confused smile quirks her lips. “Really? Is that what you want to do right now?”
Hell, no.
“There’s something I need to—”
As I try to force out the rest, she knocks my hand away and takes hold of the zipper before dragging it down. A hiss of breath escapes from me as her hand slips inside my boxers and wraps around my hard shaft. Even in the shadowy darkness of the room, a knowing glint enters her eyes as she works her fingers up and down my length.
“I’m sorry, were you about to say something?”
“Ahhhh.” A mental fog descends. Whatever it was, it’s long gone. All I can focus on is her tight grip.
“How about we talk after?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “That sounds good.”
“I’m more concerned about this feeling good.”
“It feels fucking fantastic.” I don’t want her to ever stop. I’ve had dozens of girls give me hand jobs before, but this is different. What I’m discovering is that everything with Brooke is different.
I almost groan when her hand slips from my boxers. Before I can protest, she tugs at the thick denim until it’s around my hips before shoving it down my thighs until my cock is able to spring free. She drops to her knees until she’s eye level with my groin. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she tilts her head until her gaze can fasten on mine.