Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Trevor, come on. I asked you a simple question. Why can’t I get an equally simple answer? Do these jeans make my butt look cute or not?”
“I told you if you wear those, we’re not going anywhere. That is a simple answer,” I say and go back to looking at my laptop.
“Ugh, what’s the problem?” she huffs and stomps over to me.
She turns every which way before me. I saw the darn things the first time. Her ass looks great in them. Her full seat is stretching the fabric to the brink.
The seams look as if they’re holding on by a breath. I want to peel the damn things from her body before I burn them, then fuck her until she gets why I’m not taking her in public with jeans that jump-start the imagination, forget about leaving nothing to it.
I grab her by her hips and bring her into my lap. My lips are on hers before she says another word. I move my palms to her ass and squeeze.
“Hmm, Trev. Don’t we need to leave?” she moans halfheartedly into my mouth.
I look at her with the smile I’ve been holding in. “We’re not going anywhere as long as you have these on. You want me to say it in Italian for you?” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“You want me to say it in Italian for you?” she mocks while making a face at me. Then she rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on, Trev. Is this really worth wasting a day here in Italy?”
“If that’s what you choose.” I shrug.
She rolls her eyes. I sit calmly and wait for her to make a decision. I don’t like the way men have been eyeballing her. She can do this my way, or we’ll ruin our plans by staying in all day.
I don’t mind. I really would love to peel these jeans off and kiss my way down her body. The thought of eating her sweet pussy is enough for me to call the day off, but I want to take her on this date.
“Fine,” she huffs. “But not because you’re bossing me around. I just thought of something else I want to wear.”
“I’m sure you did,” I taunt.
She narrows her eyes at me in a glare. I roll my lips and try to keep my shoulders from shaking as I laugh. She stands and turns to storm off. I slap her ass, pulling a yelp from her lips.
I laugh and shake my head. I was right about this trip. I’ve seen more of her wild heart in the last two days than I have since… We haven’t mentioned that night much since we’ve been here.
“Babe, should I call home before we go?”
“Wouldn’t be a bad idea. We’ll be gone most of the day. Your daddy is probably already up, so you’re not going to wake anyone.”
“True. Let me change my hair and shoes and I’ll call before we go. Is that all right?”
“Take your time, princess.”
I glance over to where she’s peeking her head back into the room I’m in. She pokes her tongue out at me. I laugh genuinely this time, not holding it in.
I’d spend an eternity having our animated squabbles as long as we get to have them together. With a smile on my lips, I check my emails. I frown as I see an email from my ex.
Playing football and living away from home makes you shake the moisture from behind your ears fast. Pretty girls come with caution once you look like you’re heading for something great. I’m a five-star athlete, whether I want to play or not.
Everyone back home and on campus believes I’m heading to the draft. Tom, Brooke, and Lynn are the only ones who know any different. The breakup was because I knew I was not what she wanted and to be perfectly honest, she was never what I really wanted either.
“Hey, did you hear what I said?”
I look up to find Lynn in a brown sundress that matches her gorgeous brown skin. My mouth falls open and I wish I hadn’t said a darn thing about those jeans. The color of the dress makes it look like it’s poured onto her skin.
Every curve is on displaying making her look like a goddess. Her perky breasts sit at attention, revealing to my knowing eyes that she doesn’t have a bra on. The locket around her neck brings attention to the swell of those breasts as it rests between them.
“Say what now?” I breathe after swallowing hard a few times.
“I asked if sandals were all right to wear. Will there be a lot of walking?”
“We’ll do a bit of walking. You should wear comfortable shoes.”
“Okay, my love. I do believe I’m ready this time,” she sings as she floats back into the room.