Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
I hop up quickly, and Quinn shoots me a look. “Where you going?”
“Self-care,” I throw over my shoulder.
“If this is how it’s gonna be while you fake date Cameron, get your own bottle of lotion!” he yells at me, and I laugh as I stop at my door.
“I don’t use yours since you keep using it all for your nightly self-care while thinking of Emery.”
His eyes narrow. “You mean Ava?”
“If it were for Ava, you wouldn’t need it since you’d be fucking her.”
“Fuck you,” he calls to me, and I grin.
“I said what I said, brother. Now, excuse me.” I close the door, go into our adjoining bathroom, and grab his lotion. I’ll get my own next time I’m out. Just as I close the bathroom door, my phone sounds with a notification from the BullieBoards. I know this because I set it as the goal horn. I open it to see Cameron has posted a status, tagging me. We really need to take this to DMs, or hell, she needs to text me.
@BensonJeannot61
Do you have a suit? I need a date tonight for the Teal Walk.
Fingers crossed you aren’t scoring hat tricks for someone else. Cameron
Well, damn. So now she’s going off script? I fucking love it.
@CameronWhite1
I’m only scoring for you, beauty.
I do have a suit. Which do you prefer? Black or gray?
Your date, #61
@BensonJeannot61
Black. Meet you in the complex at 4?
Thankful. Cameron
@CameronWhite1
I’ll be there, and can I ask what color you’re wearing?
Yours, #61
@BesonJeannot61
You pick: pink, white, or lilac?
Indecisive on the dress, not the date. Cameron
@CameronWhite1
Pink to match your lips, but really, you’d look great in anything. Maybe you’ll give me your new number so we can stop communicating for the world to see?
I want you all to myself, #61
@BensonJeannot61
All to yourself? Hmm.
Maybe.
See you soon. Cameron
Ahfuckme, she’s got me in knots. Not sure if the maybe is to confirm the number exchange since she changed hers after freshman year, but it’s cool; I’ll get it from her. First, I gotta get rid of the throbbing in my cock. Since I do have the best hands, according to the NHL and anyone else who asks, I take hold of my cock, and my thoughts drift to Cameron, her body, her eyes, her laugh, and above all, that mouth. I’m wound so fucking tightly that I come in moments, but as my come sprays onto the towel I’d laid down, I’m not satisfied. My hand isn’t her, and lord knows it doesn’t feed the desire that burns inside me.
No, only Cameron can do that.
But I can’t dwell. No, I gotta get ready for my date with my girlfriend.
Chapter Sixteen
Cameron
I make poor life choices.
I do. I’m not even going to lie or try to make an excuse. I can’t blame it on having ADHD because I’ve been diagnosed since I was eight, and I can’t continually blame my poorly thought-through choices on my diagnosis. I am what I am, and I never learn. Or maybe I forget? I don’t know, but for real, though, I thought inviting Benson fucking Jeannot to walk me down the teal carpet was a good idea?
News flash, it is not.
I know this the moment I see his white Tesla pull up and the door opens, only his long, thick leg emerging to give him stability as he grabs what he needs. Just that leg, with a bright pink sock peeking out the hem of his pant leg, that’s all I need to know I am fucked to the max. I squeeze my thighs together so tightly to try to prevent my pussy from pounding when he holds the top of his car to heave himself in all his glory to a standing position.
The leg was one thing, but his whole body, clad in his black suit, is out of this world.
His suit is tight at his shoulders and thighs, the fabric straining against his biceps as he buttons one button on his jacket before pulling it down with ease. He wears a pink dress shirt with no tie and the first few buttons open, showing off one hell of a tattoo I didn’t know he had but now want to know everything about. A silver chain hangs around his neck, and I have to force myself not to think of the time that I took hold of it and yanked him to me for a lusty kiss. He was so deep inside me, squeezing my hips in his hands, and when we parted, my name fell from his lips in a way I’ll never forget.
It was like a prayer.
Once more, I have to squeeze my thighs, pressing my hand into my stomach as I continue to study him. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t not drink in everything about him. The way he locks his car before sliding his key into his pocket. How he looks around, taking in his surroundings before tucking his hands in his pockets. The way his hair is combed over and his face is free of stubble. He shaved. For this. Of course he did. He has to look good for the cameras. He runs his large hand over his mouth, and then he looks up at the building, a slow grin moving over those devastating lips.