Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
CHAPTER EIGHT
TRAVIS
Days when Viola is at school and tutoring in the evenings suck ass, and I wish even more I was able to occupy myself with going to the gym or even going into work. Since I’m not able to do either, all that’s left are Drew’s video games.
I’m not usually much of a gamer, but if I have nothing better to do, it fills the time. He has all the newest ones, including Call of Duty and Madden 17, so I’ve been switching back and forth between them. After Wednesday’s close call with Drew asking about Viola, I knew we had to start being more careful if we were going to postpone telling him. My plan is to get us out of the house finally because God knows I’m going stir crazy being here all damn day, but also because I want to take Viola on our first lunch date.
At exactly 11:15, I hear the front door open and shut and Viola’s footsteps against the hardwood floor. Her class ends at 11:00 a.m. and she’s always consistent about being on time. It’s one of the dorky little quirks I love about her.
“Are you limping?” I ask her as soon as I see her.
“Shut up.” Her mouth twitches as she tries to hold her pout. “Leave all your comments to yourself, please.”
She’s feistier than usual today, and I fucking love it.
“Dammit. I had a really good one, too.” I smile as she takes a spot next to me on the couch.
She looks at me and rolls her eyes.
“Rough morning?”
“No, I’m just not getting a lot of sleep these days.” She gives me a pointed look.
“Me either, so maybe we should just suffer together and sleep in the same bed.”
“Took you less than five minutes this time, huh?” She sighs, taking the game controller from my hand.
“Oh, it would’ve been less than a minute had you not been limping in here like you’d just ridden a horse.” I grin, despite her side glare.
She finally cracks a smile, and my entire body lights up. “You suck at this game, by the way.”
I focus my attention on the TV, where she’s dominating, while I was just barely going to survive to the next level. “You are a true nerd, through and through.”
“A nerd who could kick your ass,” she fires back, and I’m tempted to throw that controller out of her hands and bury my face in her neck.
“Let’s just see about that,” I challenge, grabbing the other controller off the end table. She doesn’t play much either, so I’m moderately optimistic that I can beat her.
“You want to wager?” The playful tone of her voice makes me smile. It’s the first time all week I’ve seen her visibly relax without physically wearing her out first.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to surrender, instead of going through the humiliation of losing to a cripple?”
She snorts and wiggles her ass to the edge of the sofa. “Don’t you dare play the cripple card!” She laughs as I aim and fire at her on the screen. “You had my legs wrapped around your shoulders as you nearly split my body in half, so don’t even try it.”
The memories flood in and my dick gets hard just thinking about it. While I’m distracted by thoughts of her, she aims and shoots directly at me.
“Ha!” She pumps a fist in the air. “You’re so easy.”
I rub a hand over the stubble of my jawline and look intently at her. “So, that’s how we’re going to play, huh? You think a little dirty talk is going to distract me?”
“I think I just proved it, so...yeah.” The smug expression on her face gives me life, but I won’t admit that to her right now. I’ll play by her rules if that’s how she wants to play the game.
Tossing the remote down on the couch, I bring my fingers down to the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. She glances over at me, eyeing the tattoos on my chest and arms, opening her mouth, but doesn’t say anything, and then quickly forces her lips into a firm line.
“I’m not the only easy one, princess.” I wink, and she scoffs, turning away. I laugh at her denial because I know it’s driving her insane.
I finally win a round, and instead of telling me off, she mimics my moves and sets her controller down before lifting her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a tiny little camisole, and I can see her hard nipples at attention right under the fabric.
I stay silent, refusing to admit I’m much more interested in sucking on her tits than playing this game. Before starting her turn, she grabs the hair tie from her wrist and pulls her hair up, exposing her neck and chest. Fucking hell.