Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I was done running away and hiding when Jamie got to me, and I was done waiting around to see what else he was going to do.
I affected him. He was hard up. He’d admitted it a hundred times.
Meaning I had all the power and had it in me to take him down. I just needed to yield that power.
And I was ready. I could do this. I could win.
It was time I started playing the game, and if I had any chance at beating Jamie McCade and proving he was the one who wanted me enough to beg for this, not the other way around, there was only one way to play it.
Dirtier.
Chapter Four
JAMIE
Jesus. That fucking body …
Smirk twisting across my mouth, I shook my head and watched as Tori made her way toward me on the beach wearing the smallest goddamned bikini ever, black and bloodshot like the devil herself, with three triangles and some motherfucking dental floss holding shit in place, not concealing much but, instead, enhancing every knockout curve she had.
She was carrying herself like she’d worn it a hundred times before and knew the reaction it got her, meaning she was wearing it now for one reason and to get one reaction.
Mine.
Damn. All that tanned skin showing …
Motherfucker.
This was some strategic, mind-game shit right here. Something I would’ve done and did do, just last night. Showing up at her house uninvited and planting the idea that I was settling in and staying over got the reaction I was expecting out of Legs.
She didn’t want in on this bet. Made that clear more than once. And she was quickly finding out just how far I was willing to take things and freaking out about it in the process.
That was all anticipated. I had her pegged. Knew she’d go running ’cause that was her thing. Wasn’t the first time she ran away from me.
But this? No fucking way was I expecting this.
It was Monday afternoon, nearly three o’clock, and up until a minute ago I was standing by my board on the beach, a short walk down from Wax, the surf shop Dash and I owned together, and I was watching out for this chick I was supposed to be giving a lesson to.
Then red caught my eye, and I gave up watching out.
Couldn’t believe what I was seeing at first. Legs never came around this spot. I would know. I was down here nearly every day instructing, and if she had been around, I would’ve noticed.
Then I got a good look at what she was wearing and I knew …
Game fucking on. Legs was here to play.
Her hair was up in a ponytail and blowing in the wind coming off the water, sending stray blond pieces into her face. She had a beach towel tucked under her arm, a bag over her shoulder, and big, red, retro-style sunglasses keeping her eyes hidden as she moved closer, but it didn’t matter. I knew where she was looking. I knew exactly where she was looking.
And I was looking right on back.
So much for not wanting in on this bet. Now Tori was seeking to plant herself in my line of sight and make sure she had my full attention.
Well, mission accomplished. She was getting it.
Honestly, she could’ve stopped a mile down and would’ve had it then.
Fuck. I kept staring. I had to. Chest expanding with a deep breath, I watched her move closer, taking her in.
Taking it all in.
Hips swaying. Tits bouncing. All that smooth skin showing. Perfect legs. Toned stomach. And that bright red lip curving up.
Damn.
That fucking body.
Yeah … Mind-game shit right here.
Looks-to-fucking-kill came to a stop a foot away from where I was standing and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head.
“Huh. Small world,” she said, feigning surprise at seeing me as she looked me over from my face to my board shorts and back up, doing it quickly so her gaze didn’t linger.
And I knew it wanted to linger. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
My smirk expanded. “You’re kidding me with this shit, right?” I asked, wanting her to know I was aware of what she was doing.
“With what shit?” Tori asked back, tilting her head a little and squinting in the sun. “I’m just here to enjoy this beautiful weather on my day off. I don’t see how that classifies as shit. Lots of people are enjoying it, if you didn’t notice. It’s a public beach. I know you probably think you own it, Jamie, but news flash, you don’t.”
I chuckled. Christ. Her fucking mouth was a major turn-on. She didn’t even need the damn bikini.
Not that I’d stop her from wearing it. Ever.
“Who’d you call, Legs? Sunshine? She tell you I have a lesson today, right fuckin’ now after verifying that with Dash? Or did you call Wax yourself and get the info you needed.” I stepped closer and bent down, putting my face in hers and bringing my arms across my chest. “You ain’t foolin’ me, babe. I know exactly the shit you’re pullin’,” I promised.