Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I spin.
And then I crush my lips to Crew’s.
Chapter Eleven
Davis
Oh my god, I’m kissing Crew.
Oh my god, his lips are as lush and as pillowy as they look, all soft and full, but with a hint of toughened skin, giving the slightest bit of a graze. Goose bumps spread along my arms, and chills follow.
What the hell am I doing?
“What the hell are you doing?” he whispers, his breath fanning along my face.
My eyes snap open and I tug back, but only by a hair.
“Holy shit. I’m sorry.”
My hands latch on to his biceps, and his frown deepens, but he dips his chin as if to ask if I’m okay.
But as he silently asks, the reality of the situation hits.
First, it’s that I kissed Crew Taylor, and he didn’t kiss me back.
Second, there’s no noise in the background behind me. The room’s gone silent, when it was full of banter and movement two minutes before. My blood warms, my palms flying to my cheeks, and sure enough, they’re hot to the touch.
Sighing, I drop my forehead to Crew’s chest.
“Are you mad?”
“I might be.”
“I panicked.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
Yeah, he’s mad. His tone leaks with irritation, frustration.
Condemnation.
“Everyone is staring, aren’t they?”
His chest rises with a deep breath, and so I lift mine, meeting his eyes. “Only Julius.”
“Wow, even his name is—”
“Stop,” Crew snaps.
My lips smack closed, and I nod, lowering my hands to my side as I take a deep breath.
Slowly, I turn to the should be the lead in a porno male with an awkward wave and tight smile. “Uh… hi.”
“Hi.” He doesn’t miss a beat, his gaze flicking to the broody man beside me and back. He takes a slow step closer and offers me his hand, so I give him mine.
He squeezes and little imaginative hearts dance in front of my eyes. “I’m Julius.”
“I’m a virgin.”
His eyes go wide.
Mine go wider.
And then he laughs and I’m certain I’m about to catch fire.
“Oh my god.” I tear my hand away, and I must try to retreat because, next thing I know, I’m bumping into Crew and his hand latches on to my hip, forcing me not to run.
“A virgin, huh?” He couldn’t possibly grin wider, and I sort of want to die, but I’m glad I don’t when I get to watch the path his hand takes as it rises, gliding along his tattooed chest. “Haven’t met one of those in a while.”
“I’m working on it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” is huffed near my ear.
I go to look over my shoulder, but then Julius speaks again.
“Are you now?” He crosses his arms. “This guy helping you out with that?”
I scoff. “You should have seen his face when I—”
Crew’s fingers dig into my hip bone in warning, his fingers hot and tight against my skin, and my words die in my throat, my every muscle curling into the next as all sorts of spicy images flash in my mind.
I swallow, and Julius’s grin manages to spread wider.
“Julius, down boy,” an unfamiliar male voice teases.
Beyond Julius, my gaze finds the new incomer, and oh god.
“No…”
“Yeah,” a sweeter, softer voice sings.
Not a moment later, a petite woman is at my side. She’s young with white-blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a very pregnant belly. She can’t be much older than me, if at all.
The woman playfully scowls at Crew, literally pries his hands from my hips, and wraps her arm through mine, dragging me away.
“Yeah,” she teases playfully as she guides me out the back door. “I hit the husband jackpot.”
“You didn’t think so when they tested you!”
“Hey, Xavier. Fuck off.” She smiles sweetly, and Xavier, as she called him, comes into view.
He’s also shirtless and perched on the edge of the pool, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. He winks my way, quickly going back to his conversation with the girl beside him.
“That’s X, Will’s younger brother. As soon as the other two found out Willie told me he loved me, Julius snuck into my bed. He tried to get me under the sheets, so I walked over and smashed the four-inch wedge I was wearing into his balls. He thought he could fool me, but I know every inch of my man.” She smiles proudly as she releases me and taps her palm to one of the ice chests pushed against the wall. “Whatever you’d like is yours, but if you take the last one, grab a new case from the garage and refill.”
“My name’s Davis,” I say lamely, but she simply grins.
“I know.” She grips the back of a wicker chair, glancing toward the living room. “With a husband as hot as mine and brothers-in-law I love, do you really think I’d allow a single woman to walk through my door without knowing who she is and why she’s here?”
“If my husband looked like that, I might make a ‘no women allowed’ rule.”