Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
What’s worse, I know I won’t wake up tomorrow feeling like it’s Trick-or-Treat with the joke being on me. No, Aryn Cole has a natural beauty she doesn’t even know she has.
I can’t speak.
All words and breath leave me as I watch her chest rise and fall in her own breathing pattern. Leaning in, I think about running my tongue over the seam formed in her cleavage, but decide against it at the last second. Taking this opportunity to be so close I inhale the scent of her floral perfume before landing a small peck on her cheek.
“Hello, Aryn.” I greet keeping my face close to hers, dropping my voice into a deep baritone as I speak just against her ear making sure my hot breaths hit her neck. “You look amazing.”
“You look like an asshole plus glasses, Schade,” she replies with disdain and alcohol on her breath.
I back away relaxing back on my stool and downing my drink. Her honesty takes me by surprise.
Aryn is sweet. She’s friendly, gorgeous, and always willing to help anyone. It stings that she thinks I’m an ass.
Truth is I am an ass.
I’m twenty-two years old and no where ready to be tied down with any woman. This is college. I am here to get my degree and go on to train in occupational therapy. I have a goal.
I also have my current income which is based on a lifestyle. Before college, my parents saw me going down the wrong path. I was smoking weed and honestly considering harder drugs. My parents signed me up for an obstacle course training camp.
This is where I was first introduced to Parkour. Now four years later, I have an energy drink sponsor and I travel for shows, videos, and to tackle different courses with my team and as an individual. Parkour is not competitive like traditional sports.
In fact, I was trained in a traditional camp based on the original purpose of Parkour which is about art and discipline. There isn’t an individual who will rank the best in a course, but rather who can complete it. We all win because we all push ourselves.
Each person tackles the courses their way with their vision for the obstacles. No two people will do it the same so is it fair to say one is better than the other.
Don’t get me wrong, there are competitions and yes I’ve won a few, but for me it’s not about being the best, it’s about being my best.
And tonight I’m going to be my best at showing Aryn Cole, sweet, seductive Aryn that I’m not the asshole she thinks I am.
No, I’m the asshole to rock her fucking body … for tonight.
CHAPTER 7
Get a Room
ARYN
He smells like man and shampoo. He leans in too close and kisses my cheek. My entire body heats from top to toe. With the alcohol well in my system now, I’m relaxed, warm, and wanting.
More than anything, I am screwed.
The attraction I have had for Schade has been with me since Freshman year when we had orientation together. I bumped into him dropping my purse and all of it’s contents spilling out everywhere. Like a gentleman he stopped and helped me pick everything up. To my embarrassment, he even picked up my tampons.
Then he stood up, looked me in the eyes, acted like there was something in the moment only to blink and then yell at me to watch where I was going.
Damn dickhead.
From that moment on, he’s been a pain in my ass at every encounter. Leaning back on his stool, he pats the empty one beside him and I shake my head no.
To my surprise he stands, towering over me and takes my hand. I should pull away.
I don’t.
I should run as fast and as far as my heels will take me.
Again, I don’t.
Nope, stupidly, I let him guide me. And I follow like a trained damn dog and we do this walk all the time. Leading me to the dance floor, he doesn’t speak and like some love struck teenager with her first crush, I follow.
The music is loud, the bass pumps, and Schade turns me around so my back is to his front and he moves. With Schade’s hands on each of my hips, he sets the pace, the rhythm and two become one as he controls us both.
My God, does the man move.
In seconds, my firm resolve crumbles and my body melts into his. The song switches to something a little slower and I grind my ass against him feeling his hard length. Reaching up behind me, I run my hands through the hair on the back of his head. He grips me tighter and I relish the feeling of his hard body against mine.
Schade drops his head to my neck and his hands come around my waist just under my breasts. Damn the belt because I can’t feel him.