Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Juni, however, eats it up. “Mmm, yeah,” she sighs, delighted.
Then I realize those expectations likely have to do with how she plans to tie him up, or spank him, or gag him, or whatever else those two were up to last night.
“By the way,” says Juni, turning to me, “Pete told me Bridger hasn’t had a boyfriend since before his first tour.”
I frown at her. “What? Boyfriend? Huh?”
“Bridger acts all big and strong, but maybe he’s lonely, too.” Tiny hearts flutter in her eyes. “So sweet. And now he’s got you to squeeze at night.”
“Slow down, slow down,” I say through a laugh. “We just had sex last night. I’m still figurin’ myself out. We’re not a thing yet.”
“Oh, me too, me too,” Juni assures me. “Pete’s just a fun thing right now. But, like, also we’re gonna marry someday.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s either a hundred miles an hour or no miles an hour with you.”
“At least I’m fun,” she says, then bats a fly away with sudden violence, startling herself.
We stop somewhere for lunch, seated at a picnic table outside by the street under the shade of a huge striped umbrella, Bridger and I on one bench, Juni and Pete cuddled on the other sharing two halves of a sub sandwich. By now, Bridger and I have gotten used to the lovebirds, and the four of us seem pretty much aware of this unexpected bubble of lovey-dovey peace we’ve managed to create around us—a bubble that feels so invincible and sure, not a damned thing can hope to pop it.
It’s early evening. The pins burst at the end of the lane when Pete scores another strike, earning an explosion of applause and whistles from Juni. I’m biting my lip as Bridger, with his sexy jeans and tight butt, struts up to take his turn. The way he bowls is so by the book, preparing the ball, seeking its holes, positioning it just right, assuming the pose, then doing the perfect walk with the ball swinging back in a calculated arc before releasing it. It rolls with deafening thunder, then crashes into the pins with perfection—but only knocks down seven, leaving him a split. I’m finishing up a basket of mediocre fries we were sharing, foot bouncing in place. Bridger cleans up with a spare. I applaud, cheering him on loudly, then watch him strut back to his seat next to me.
While Juni takes her turn, I lean into him. “You looked so hot up there, takin’ charge of that lane, makin’ it beg for mercy.”
“Is that what you call barely scraping together a spare?” He chuckles. “Look at Pete, wiping up the floor with us, all of those strikes in a row. Didn’t know he was a closet bowling prodigy.”
“Or a closet kinky dude, huh? Unless that’s all Juni.” We both glance their way. Pete is giving Juni pointers at the lane, but it’s fairly obvious the two are just flirting, probably cracking juvenile jokes involving finger holes and balls. “They’re cute together.”
“We’re cute, too.”
I look at him. “We?”
Bridger’s face tightens. “Well, I mean …” He gazes off. “Never mind, nothing.”
“What?” I snort. “You enjoyin’ your time with me a little too much? Is your heart singin’ songs, dancin’ around like a schoolboy with a crush when I’m not lookin’?”
“Bet yours is,” he mumbles, then returns his bright blue eyes to me, smirking cockily.
It’s my turn to frown and look away. “Shut up.”
“It’s okay to enjoy this, y’know. Our day out together.”
“Who said I’m not enjoyin’ it?” I pick out a crispy fried bit out of the basket, all the actual fries eaten. “Just doesn’t mean we’re, like, an item now or anything. Not like them, at least.”
“Why not like them?”
“I dunno.” I crunch on the bits while picking out another.
Bridger scoots closer to me on the bench and puts his arm on the chair behind my back. “What do we need to do differently to be more like them? Want me to bend you over my knee and spank the shit outta you?”
I nearly choke. “The fuck got into you, Bridge? You never talk like this.”
“Your foot’s bouncing in place.”
I stop my foot. “Was doin’ it since before you took your turn.”
“You nervous about something?” He comes in even closer. “Is it because you’re wondering how it’ll feel? To have my hand slap that ass of yours with all my strength? I’ve got a lot of reasons to spank you, y’know. You’ve been a pretty bad boy since we met.”
“You’re demented,” I mumble as I slurp on my Coke.
“One spank for every reason. And add up everything you’ve done to me over this past week? You’d be lucky to have any ass left when I’m through.”
“You seem pretty obsessed with spankin’ me. Maybe you’re the weirdo here.”
“I haven’t forgotten when you copped a feel in that Tackler Monster costume. Yep,” he says when I set down my Coke a bit too hard. “I think you’re enjoying all of this more than you’ll ever admit out loud. I make you nervous. For the first time in your life.”