Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
She flattens her hands on the sides of her head. “Man, that tequila has done something to me, because I never talk this much. Especially to a stranger.”
My pathetic, loveless life flashes through my lust-addled mind when her fingers graze her lips and she giggles. My vision blurs and I want to hear her laugh like that every fucking day. I look down at the nape of her neck, drinking in the way it slopes down to her collarbone, her chest.
As my hand moves up her arm, she shifts and leans away, but I need this right now. Her flesh on my fingers is just the beginning. I want it all. Every part of her will belong to me.
She’s making a little giggling, gasping sound as I hold her steady against me. There’s the distant sound of whoops and yelps, but none of it means anything right now.
“Any of those fucks your boyfriend? Girlfriend? No ring, so…”
“Why do you want to know?” she stammers. “Maybe they are all my boy and girlfriends. It’s a group thing. That’s all the rage right now, right? Poly-whatever.”
“No,” I snap.
Just the thought of her with anyone else, let alone a group, has a rage boiling inside me.
“No? No, what? You don’t know what poly is?”
What’s wrong with me? All I can think about is getting her naked underneath me and driving into her like I’m drilling for oil. I’m raw and losing control, I need to let her go, but I don’t think I can…
“I’m going to kiss you,” I rumble, and her mouth drops open.
As I lean down, lightning flashes in the sky, raindrops starting to fall as thunder rolls, but before I can get my lips on hers, there’s a wild ‘yee haw’ from my left. One of her friends, some guy who has been way overserved, comes up behind her, his hands moving in a flash, then the crowd in the pool screams and claps in unison.
The moment is broken as he races away on a high-pitched hoot, jumping in the pool, twirling her bikini top over his head.
Fuck. Someone is going to die.
Chapter Three
Sophia
“Wait!” I yell as I’m spun around.
A black t-shirt is popped over my head and my damp hair falls around my face as my feet lose contact with the ground.
The mood and the weather changes in an instant.
Wind whips around my wet skin, rain covering me in huge, cooling droplets as I feel my belly mounted on Chance’s shoulder. He’s moving fast, and I’m dizzy from the tequila and the way my head is hanging down over his now bare back.
The music and voices fade as he moves us away from the crowd, his hand gripping tightly on my nearly-bare ass. Everything is suddenly chaos as I try to breathe and puzzle together what’s happening.
Harold took off my bathing suit top, which seemed to ignite the sky’s rage. Lightning flashed, rain came down in sheets, thunder boomed, and the bubbling fury of the dark man who was about to kiss me culminated with him battling between getting me covered up and killing Harold.
Thankfully for Harold, he opted for covering me first, then tossing me over his shoulder.
“Hey, I’m fine! You can put me down now. I’m not some damsel in distress. They’re just tits.”
“They are not just tits.”
He grunts, his fingertips digging into my ass, then there are more stomping footsteps before I’m mounted onto the rain-slick seat of an enormous motorcycle and a helmet is popped onto my head. My soaking hair masks my eyes as I splutter and try to scrape the strands away so I can see what the heck is going on.
“You’re down. Now, hold on.”
A crack of thunder above my head makes me wince and scream. My shoulders hunch as my head tries to turtle into my chest. I hate storms. I always have. I usually hide in the bathroom or in the kitchen at the restaurant whenever there is lightning or thunder.
My protests stall as Chance swings one long leg over the bike, settling in front of me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the white flashes in the black sky.
“Hold on.” His thick voice rumbles through the rain and thunder, strong hands tugging at mine, wrapping them around his slick center as I thread my fingers together, pressing my cheek into the hard, bare muscle of his back.
“Where are we going?” I half yell as his left leg jerks upward, then down, and the bike roars to life.
“Somewhere safe,” he answers, and against all logic, I believe him.
The next second, I’m hurtling through the rain and darkness with a stranger, but somehow he feels like a port in this storm. I’m comforted by the feel of him against me, even as the storm rages around us and I wonder how he can see anything or keep the bike steady with the force of the wind coming off the ocean.