Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
College senior Charlotte Kingston is living two lives―and she's nailing both of them. By day, she's the perfect sorority girl, a STEM student in biomedical engineering, and the adopted daughter of an overachiever family. At night, she's Charlie: a risk-taking daredevil looking for fun who finds herself chatting on a dating app with two anonymous hotties.
Will Larsen may seem like the breezy boy next door, but his congressman father is a constant thorn in his side. After a scandal hits another Division 1 hockey program, Will's dad is determined to distance his son from it, hiring a journalist to prove how squeaky-clean Will and his team are. Which means the last thing Will wants is for anyone to find out he and his best friend Beckett Dunne―a laidback Aussie shielding secret heartache―sometimes share girls in the bedroom.
When Charlie finally meets them in person and realizes she's been chatting with two gorgeous Briar U hockey players, things get steamy―fast. But all their messy secrets are piling up, and real life soon threatens to shatter the fantasy. With Charlie, Will, and Beckett all coming to terms with what they want and what others want for them, difficult decisions will need to be made.
Especially when lust starts to look a lot like love
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CHAPTER ONE
CHARLOTTE
Some might say I lead a double life
NEVER HOOK UP IN CARS WITH FOOTBALL PLAYERS.
That’s what my mother always told me.
Fine, I’m lying. Mom never said that. But I can say with absolute certainty that my mother would not approve of what I’m doing right now.
Or rather who I’m about to do.
Isaac Grant is six foot six, muscular, and barely fits in the front seat of his own car. It’s a sports car, of course. A silver Porsche 911 coupe that made me lick my lips when I pulled into the lot behind the Hastings seniors’ center and saw it parked there. This car is so sexy it makes me shiver.
Or maybe it’s Isaac who’s making me shiver, on account of his tongue exploring my mouth, teasing mine with slow, skillful strokes. He’s a good kisser. Meanwhile, his fingers are moving inside me. He’s good at that too. He curls those two fingers to find my sweet spot, and the resulting torrent of pleasure has me clenching around his hand.
“Mmm, baby,” he groans against my lips. “I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”
A bolt of desire shoots through me. Dirty talk is such a turn-on. My inner muscles do indeed squeeze at his wicked words, as if trying to capture his fingers inside me. Isaac releases another strangled sound of need. I’m shameless as I grind against him, but he doesn’t seem to mind my total lack of control.
He starts kissing my neck. Goose bumps rise along my flesh, transforming into a flurry of shivers when I feel him against my thigh. A long, hard ridge that seems to never end, confirming my best friend Faith’s theory that the size of a man’s hands correlates to the size of the D.
Speaking of Faith, I’m about ten seconds from a raging orgasm when her ringtone slices through the fog of heavy breathing in the front seat.
“Shit,” I mumble, the movements of my hips stilling.
“Don’t answer it,” Isaac mumbles back.
“I have to.”
With great regret, I lean toward the passenger side, where I left my phone.
Faith Grierson is the only person aware of my current location. The only person privy to the clandestine hookups I occasionally like to engage in. Sure, I could’ve met Isaac tonight without alerting a single soul and saved myself the good-natured jabs I’ll receive later, but on the off chance that the star wide receiver of the football team also masquerades as a murderer, it’s better to let Faith know where I’m going to be. She won’t judge me.
“Nooo,” Isaac complains when my fingers close around my phone.
“I’m sorry. Could be an emergency.” I lift the phone to my ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but apparently we’ve got a Presidents’ Gala meeting tonight.”
“No, we don’t. It’s tomorrow.”
“Well, you see, Charlotte,” Faith answers in her trademark dry inflection, “I know it’s tomorrow, and you know it’s tomorrow, but you know who doesn’t know it’s tomorrow and has decided to gaslight the entire house into believing we’re in the wrong?”
“Fuckin’ Agatha,” I grumble.
“Fuckin’ Agatha,” she confirms. Her laughter tickles my ear. “I told her you’re on your way, so you’d better book it over here if you don’t want a two-hour scolding session tomorrow.”
“Ugh. I’ll be there soon. Thanks for the heads-up.”
I end the call and curse under my breath. Agatha Buckley-Ellis does this shit on a regular basis. The president of Delta Pi, Briar University chapter, is incapable of admitting when she’s wrong or if she’s made a mistake. Instead, she’ll dig herself into a hole so deep, it’s a wonder she doesn’t wind up in another state.
The meeting was 100 percent, unequivocally, tomorrow. My calendar is not the Wild West—not a single item makes it on there without proper confirmation. It’s probably not something I should brag about, but I’m a straight up anal-retentive psycho when it comes to my calendar.
Besides, we never hold meetings on Friday nights. Everyone knows Agatha’s right-hand woman, Sherise, has a standing Friday night appointment at the salon in Hastings to touch up her grays. Sherise claims she started going gray at the temples in the tenth grade—supposedly early female graying runs in her family—but Faith and I like to think it’s on account of Agatha. Our sorority president is capable of inflicting a staggering amount of stress.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell Isaac. “I totally forgot about an important meeting.”
“What are you, some high-powered businesswoman?”
“No, but I’m on the Delta Pi exec board, so I need to be there.”
He stares at me. A glance south reveals that his erection is deflating, though even in its semisolid state of matter, it remains impressive.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I climb off his lap. The passenger seat doesn’t provide much room either, but I manage to wiggle back into my lacy white underwear and smooth my pleated skirt over my thighs.