Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Just the sight of her is enough to get me hard.
One of the girls wrapped around me like a python pretends to accidentally graze my wood with her fingers before making an appreciative noise deep in her throat and pressing closer.
If only she realized that my state of arousal has nothing to do with her.
Then again, she probably wouldn’t give two shits.
“Colton, baby,” Ella purrs before cupping the side of my face and turning my head until I have no choice but to stop staring at Alyssa. Once my gaze collides with hers, a seductive smile wreathes her face. “I thought we were heading inside.”
A couple of seconds ago, that’s exactly what the plan for the evening had been. As much as I wish it were otherwise, these girls pale in comparison to the blond, blue-eyed dancer.
“Not yet,” I mutter before shifting my stance, only wanting to shake off these chicks as my gaze fastens on Alyssa. Once my sights are locked on her, everything inside me settles.
With a critical eye, I dissect her one feature at a time. What the hell is it about that girl that gets to me? I’ve spent more time attempting to figure out that conundrum than I’m comfortable admitting. Even privately, to myself.
She’s gorgeous with a curtain of shiny blond hair that hangs down her back. Dark blue eyes that are, more times than not, lit up with mischief and laughter. I’ll be honest, she’s not my usual type. I like a big booty and nice round titties. Alyssa is long and lithe with a dancer’s body. She’s muscular and athletic with high, tight breasts.
That being said, beautiful girls are a dime a dozen around here. And if they aren’t naturally alluring, they add extensions, fake lashes and have learned to apply influencer-level makeup to give the illusion. I could swing my dick around and hit five of them at this very moment.
Whatever this is with Alyssa, it’s more than skin deep. I can’t put my finger on what I find so appealing, but it’s been simmering beneath the surface for as long as I can remember. We’re talking way back in middle school when I first noticed the opposite sex. Luckily, that was right around the time they became aware of me.
Except for Alyssa. She was too busy dancing. It was probably better that way.
Some time during sophomore year, her sights locked on me, and she’s been giving chase ever since. What I’ve discovered is that it’s exhausting to keep someone at a distance that you really don’t want to hold off. There have been times when I’ve been tempted to wave the white flag and give in. I have a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. The attraction between us has always been combustible. It sputters and sparks to life whenever we’re in the same room together. The more I deny it, the more it ratchets up. Deep down, I know she’s the one girl who has the ability to weasel her way into my heart, and that’s the last thing I want.
A look of resolve settles over her features as she shoves her way through the sea of half-naked bodies gyrating to the music pumping on the patio. The closer she gets, the harder my heart jackhammers against my ribcage. As tempting as it is to run and hide in an effort to protect myself, I’m no longer sure that’s a possibility. It feels like a losing battle. We are like two runaway trains barreling down the same track, destined for a head-on collision. There’s no averting disaster.
Part of me wonders if I even want to.
I’ve spent so much time not only denying her but myself as well. It’s all I can think about. All I want. The closer she gets, the more my self-control wavers. With her gaze pinned to mine, she pushes her way toward me.
“Hey!” one girl huffs as she’s knocked aside.
Alyssa doesn’t bother to glance in the brunette’s direction. She’s one hundred percent focused on me. Whatever happens tonight, I know I’ll regret it in the morning, and yet, that’s not enough to prevent it from occurring.
I step away from the other girls as Alyssa halts in front of me. She cocks her head as a defiant gleam sparks to life in her eyes. I can’t help but answer the challenge and straighten to my full height, which is a good ten inches taller than she is, before looking down at her. She has to raise her chin to hold my stare.
When electricity crackles and snaps between us and the boisterous voices fade to the background, I know I’m in trouble. I’ve spent too many years denying myself the one thing I’ve always craved, and tonight, for better or worse, I’m giving in. There’s no longer a choice in the matter.