Pine River Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
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“Jesu—” He started to turn away.

“I don’t have pretty words to explain it, but Ramsay and I can barely stand each other.”

“You fucked her.”

I was at a crossroads. I could take the road he’d like me to take, but I remembered sliding into Ramsay this morning, needing to taste her, and I needed to be brutally honest.

“I am fucking her.”

He froze, his head twisted.

Right. He didn’t like hearing that.

I was on the ready, knowing he could swing on me.

I still said it. “We’re fucking. We’re going to do it again.”

He was eerily still. His head cocked to the other side. “I didn’t hear that right because I swear you just said—”

“Gonna fuck her again.”

His face turned thunderous. He started for me.

I didn’t back up, saying as he came, “I cannot leave her alone.”

Something in my tone got through to him. He stopped, but his chest was rising at a fast pace.

His nostrils were flaring.

I started to shut down, but fuck this. I had no other option here. “I don’t know the reason, but I know that I’m going to keep fucking her. And she’s the same.”

He was listening.

Thank God.

My chest rose, just a little, and I felt some space clearing in there. I could talk a little more free. “I said it, but I’m saying it again. Your cousin and I can’t stand each other, but it’s the same with needing to touch each other. I don’t get it. I don’t like it, but it’s there. There are no emotions between us. She and I know exactly where the other is with this thing.”

His eyes were narrowed. “You got other stuff to get out? Like how this isn’t going to end in catastrophe and Clint scraping Ramsay off the floor, again, because we’ve all done that with her. That was in another city, but no way am I going to be okay letting my best friend be the next guy who does that to her.”

Hot anger scorched me because fuck him. Fuck that. Fuck what he just said.

My tone went cold, “The fuck you just say?”

His eyes were just as cold as his tone. “The fuck I just said.”

I started for him this time.

39

RAMSAY

A girl shrieked right after that scream, “Shut up! Put that away.”

I started for them, not thinking, just feeling. My gut was telling me to get over there.

It was a group of three girls, all glued to their phones.

The one who screamed was gaping at her screen.

The one who shrieked was reaching for the screamer’s phone, and there was another girl who looked like a deer in headlights, complete with a tear falling down her face.

Theresa was moving with me, and said under her breath, “They’re Amalia’s friends.”

Amalia. It took a second for that name to register. Right. Cohen’s sister. Like Scout’s sister. The same one where something was going to come out about and my cousins and I let the school gossip instead focus on me. Whatever they’d been worried would come out, hadn’t, and I was not going to take a wild guess that it came out now.

“Got it.”

“She’s been keeping a super low profile, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not here at school.”

Also good to know.

We got to them, and none of them realized we were there. They were still transfixed to their phones.

The one who had shrieked was now fighting the screamer for her phone, saying, “That’s not cool, Tal. Erase that. I mean it.”

The screamer yanked her phone clear and stuck her face into her friend’s. “Like this hasn’t already been sent out. That loser released it. That’s not on us.”

“It is on you if you don’t delete it, and it’s even more on you if you sent it to someone else.”

The other one who hadn’t said a word saw us, but she only blinked. Her eyes flooded with more tears. She rushed off, her bag thumping against her arm.

“Hey!” Theresa snapped at the two.

They froze, saw us, and gulped. Both of them.

“What’s on your phone?”

Their eyes darted, as one, to me, and both paled.

I was getting an even worse feeling and frowned, stepping forward. “Show it or I’ll sic my cousins on you.”

The screamer was getting hot in the cheeks and rolled her eyes, but she cursed at the same time she shoved her phone our way.

Theresa took it, showing us both.

It was a topless image of a girl. She was wearing jeans, but they were opened and pushed down.

This was what Scout had been worried about.

The good thing was that it didn’t show the face, but we knew. These girls knew. That meant everyone would know because the one was right, this hadn’t just been sent to her. It was sent to her email. He’d used the school email system.

“Holy—” Theresa started shaking. Her hand first. Her arm. Her chin. Her head.


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