Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Jordan swallows his lips like he’s trying to hold back what he really wants to say. “I guess I’ll be going in naked, then.”
I shrug. “Up to you. I’m sure they could find you a thong to wear too if you asked.”
“That thing ain’t gonna cover my junk.”
“Oh, the problems big-dicked people have. Are the condoms you buy too small too? Can’t have anal because it won’t fit? Life must be so hard for you!”
“You didn’t get a good look before, did you? I’m not that big. I assure you, it will fit.”
I laugh. “Oh, it will, will it? What’s to say that if you do win this bet, that’s how it will happen?”
“I don’t do it any other way.”
“Really?” I don’t know why, but that surprises me.
“Actually, no, I take that back. I do go the other way sometimes. Especially if I’m in a relationship because I want to reciprocate—”
“But you don’t do relationships. Well, apart from Ben.”
“Hey, there were many ‘relationships’ back in the day, and I’ve always had the rule about it being a two-way street.”
“Why does that sound so dirty in this context?” I ask.
“Because you’re immature.”
“Oh, and Jordan Brooks is a pillar of maturity? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Are you going to let me finish my story or not? You’re the one who’s all interested in my sex life.”
“Sorry. Continue.”
“Bottom line—”
“Bottom,” I snicker.
“And this conversation is done. I’ll see you in the hot tub. Can’t wait to see your ass in that thong.”
As self-conscious as I should be about it, the way he eyes me as he walks out sets my body on fire.
I change into the ridiculous thong because no way am I getting naked with Jordan. It’s a little too tempting, and I don’t trust myself.
I want to win the bet for sure because seeing Jordan embarrass himself would make my insides happy, but at the same time, if he gets me so worked up that I couldn’t resist him, I’m not going to stop it.
I’m still skeptical he can make me want him that badly. Right now, my interest is at a simmering heat with thoughts of what if …
But they’re just thoughts.
I will admit I’m having fun playing this game with him, though.
Every attempt that perhaps would have once enticed me is laughable to me, but I love the attention. And maybe that’s because I’ve always been the one to chase the girl. That’s what hetero games are like. Even in the famous world. Unless we’re including the fans I might have slept with back in my early Eleven days, but I don’t. That was never anything more than sex for me and bragging rights for them.
I throw on a thick robe Mason keeps for guests, grab a towel from the bathroom, and make my way downstairs. I still think it’s idiotic to get into a hot tub in the middle of winter, but when I bypass all the snickers in the living room and get out on the back deck, I can see the magic in it.
Especially with the candles the others have clearly set up, the overhanging lights are on, and there sits Jordan in the hot tub, his wide shoulders above the water, his hair wet, and his breaths coming out in puffs of steam.
“Is it even warm in there?” I ask.
He breaks into a smile. “Chickening out?”
“If it’s fucking cold, yeah.” I drop my towel on a nearby chair and strip off the robe.
“It’s hot. Really hot.” Jordan’s eyes roam over me, from my torso to the ridiculous metallic-blue thong Mason gave me. “Mm, the water’s nice too, I suppose.”
“Wow.” I laugh. “Seriously, I’m surprised any man has slept with you with lines like that.”
“Please, all I have to do is flash them this broody stare.” He smolders. “The clothes fall off themselves.”
I climb in and sit opposite him, immediately thawing out in the hot water. My skin stings, but I welcome it.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” Jordan leans back and rests his arms on the side of the hot tub, while his foot hooks around mine. “I figure now’s the perfect time to try to get into character.”
“Are you actually naked, or is this another psych-out like last night?”
“You could come over here and find out.”
“Incorrigible.” Yet, I move anyway.
The sky out here is so clear, even with disruptive lights from the house, and as I lean back and look up at the stars, my head hits Jordan’s forearm, and he moves his hand to my shoulder. I flinch and then curse myself.
“You really need to get rid of that reaction for the camera.”
“I wasn’t expecting it, is all. How would you like it if a creepy hand landed on your shoulder out of nowhere?”
“Since when are my hands creepy?”
“Since they wander without my knowledge!”