Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“How about we worry about your wedding, big brother?”
“I don’t need to worry about that. Paxton is getting married. Shepherd has a baby. Anya is in love. You’ve got a new relationship. Mom hasn’t mentioned one thing to me about marriage or relationships because you guys are keeping her nice and busy,” he says with a smirk.
He’s not wrong. My mother hasn’t stopped smiling since we got here. Her son is getting married, her first grandson is here, and she’s watching her other children in their relationships. The only thing is once we leave Vegas, my relationship is over.
Just thinking about it pisses me off.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Willow. Especially after the text exchange we just had. There are things I now know that I will never be able to forget, even when we leave and all those things stay behind. I know the sounds of pleasure she makes. I know the feel of her soft, silky skin. I know what her full lips feel like pressed against mine. I know her sweet taste. I know that there’s no possible way that I will let her fall asleep tonight.
Last night was incredible and I can’t stop thinking about tonight being fucking explosive. The need to be inside her, feeling her tight heat wrapped around my dick, is making it difficult to walk around without adjusting myself.
“Brock.” I turn toward Shepherd who has a grin on his face. “Sorry to interrupt the thoughts you’re having about Willow, but it’s your turn.”
I shake my head as I grab a club. “I’m not thinking about Willow.”
“You’re also a terrible liar,” Shepherd says.
I take my swing and watch the ball land close to the next hole. I’m not a golfer, but I’m not doing terribly. At least I don’t think I am.
“We know that look,” Griffin says, smiling. “I still catch myself fantasizing about Anya when I should be paying attention to something else.”
“Gross, that’s our sister,” Callum says, lightly punching his arm.
Griffin laughs as he shrugs. “Your sister is my girl. Can’t apologize for how I feel.” His eyes slide to mine. “I’m saying, I know what it’s like wanting nothing more than to be with your girl. It’s a good thing, Brock.”
“It’s gross coming from Griffin, but he’s right. We all get caught up in thoughts of our girls. That blank stare and slight grin are familiar to us all,” Paxton says.
“Not to me,” Callum says, swinging at his ball.
“Okay, to all of the Atwood’s who have a heart,” Paxton replies with a laugh.
“So it’s that serious?” Tripp asks.
It’s not what they all think. They all think we’re this new couple just getting to know each other on a different level. But they are only partly right. We are getting to know each other on a different level, but we aren’t a couple. That part of this is fake, even though sometimes the lines are a little blurred and I feel like it’s real.
“Yeah, that’s all true and sometimes you need to let someone go to realize just how much you want them,” Lake says, staring right at me.
I square my shoulders and wipe my hand down my jaw to keep the laugh from bursting out of me. “Sometimes people don’t realize what they had until it’s too late and the jealousy of that can begin to eat them alive, especially when they know damn well that it’s over and will never happen again.”
“Sometimes people do dumb shit but that doesn’t change the way they feel. Things are always fixable,” he replies.
This time I do laugh and take a step closer to him. “Sometimes people are just selfish assholes and so narcissistic that they can’t see how fucking stupid they sound.”
“Okay, relax, Brock,” Paxton says, stepping in front of me.
“Relax? This prick is insinuating he’s going to make a move on my girl and you want me to relax?” My eyes are locked on Lake’s, anger vibrating through me. He’s got a smug look on his face that I’m itching to knock off.
“I’m not insinuating shit. She wants to get back at me for hurting her and that’s all you are, a rebound from the real thing,” Lake says, crossing his arms with a smile.
I push Paxton off me and swing at Lake, connecting with his mouth. His smile disappears immediately. “Real men fight for what they want, they don’t dip their dick into other pussy,” I shout, as Callum grabs me and Paxton grabs Lake.
“Brock, chill,” Callum hisses.
“If I knew this was gonna happen I would’ve had some of our bouncers tag along,” Ben says, moving closer to the action.
“That got heated fast,” Tripp replies.
“Atwood’s fight for what they want,” Shepherd says, slapping my back.
“She deserves better,” Lake shouts, trying to get out of Paxton’s hold. It causes me to laugh because Lake doesn’t stand a chance against Paxton’s built form.