Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Sink my cock balls deep into her and—
“But it’s up to you.” She’s putting on her bra. “Unless you want your roommates busting in here for details once they get home, which you won’t want to give them, but they’re not going to let you rest in peace until you do.”
On goes her sweatshirt, covering the whole pretty package up.
She makes a very valid argument.
Would I rather have an evening of solitude with her, or do I want to be bombarded when the Four Assholes of the Apocalypse get back? ’Cause they just won’t be able to stop themselves from annoying the crap out of me.
Plus, going to her place isn’t something I would normally do, and didn’t I just convince myself I would start overthinking everything?
“Okay.” I nod, sliding off the bed along with her. Reaching to swipe my jeans from the floor, I pull them over my calves without putting on my underwear.
She goes still in the center of my room. “Really?”
“Why do you look surprised?”
“Oh, come on, Brodie.” She laughs. “You know damn well you don’t actually want to come back over to my place. According to Sully, you never leave your room.”
That fucking rat. “That is a goddamn lie.” I laugh, putting on my hoodie, forgoing socks, and stepping into a pair of athletic sandals. “I leave my room.”
“I know you leave your room,” she tells me, crossing the room to stand in front of me, running her hands up my chest and over my shoulders. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be coming back to my place.”
I stand still as stone, holding my breath as she rubs herself against me.
“I…” I gulp.
Why the fuck am I nervous? I get smashed into plexiglass, I get struck by sticks. I bleed, sweat, and piss our school colors. I leave it all out in the rink for the Lumberjacks. I play in front of crowds of thousands.
And this little thing is making my knees weak.
The fuck?
Lizzy kisses me under the chin. “I’ll text my roommates that you’re coming over, and they’ll leave us alone.” Another kiss beneath my chin. “They have guys over all the time, so it’s not a big deal. And I have my own bathroom.”
I nod along like an idiot.
“Did you want to like, bring something to sleep in?”
Sleep in? “Am I spending the night?”
Lizzy stares up at me with those big, brown doe eyes. Blinks them slowly.
“Only if you want to. It might be fun.”
Fun?
She thinks I’ll have fun?
No.
It’ll be a bundle of nerves which is the opposite of fun, especially if I have to lie in the same bed with her and try to sleep, listening to the sound of her breathing, feeling the warmth of her body—
“Stop overthinking everything. It’s not a big deal.”
Stop overthinking everything, my mother’s voice echoes, and it’s like—where the fuck is my mom’s voice even coming from. How dare she enter my goddamn thoughts, especially when it comes to banging the cute neighbor girl.
“Easy for you to say,” I mumble.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”
It’s a short walk across the yard to Lizzy’s abode, the lights inside a dull glow, and from the looks of it, both her roommates are home, their second-story bedroom lights on.
The downstairs still smells like paint, and I joke, “Did you bring me here to asphyxiate me?”
“Ha ha. If I wanted to suffocate you, it wouldn’t be with paint.”
I trail her through the house. “Oh yeah? How would you do it?”
“I don’t know. Keeping your head between my legs?” She lets out a twinkly little laugh that sounds both innocent and pervy at the same time, and I marvel at her confidence.
Not that I’m not confident, but my confidence level manifests itself on the ice with a healthy dose of ego and aggression.
We’re passing through the living room when two girls appear in the open doorway that leads to the stairs going to the second level, both of them bottlenecking the doorframe, trying to squeeze through at the same time.
“Hey,” one of them says, swiping at the braid falling over her shoulder. “Oh hey,” the other one says.
Lizzy rolls her eyes. “Guys, this is Brodie. Brodie, this is Jill—and that’s Bethany, my roommates.”
“Hey.” My hands get stuffed into my jeans pockets cause I have no idea what else to do with them.
“We’re going to leave you alone,” Jill says. “But we wanted to say hello first since we’ve been hearing so much about you.”
Girls are a far cry from how dudes behave, and I appreciate that they’re not ambushing us, maintaining their cool distance in the doorway—curious but not overstepping.
“We’re going to hang out so he’s not home when his roomies get back. They’re a bit much,” Lizzy explains.
Jill snorts. “Don’t I know it.” She holds her hand out in my direction. “No offense, I didn’t mean you.”