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)
“So…” She sighs again. “I don’t know… Maybe instead of me coming over, you and I can catch a movie or something? You know, like…” She trails off.
“Like a date?” I supply.
Will glances my way again, intrigued now.
“Yes,” she says. “Would that be so bad?”
“No, I’m sure it would be fun, but…” I steel myself for the reaction my next words will trigger. “I don’t want a girlfriend.”
Silence.
The tension emitting from the phone fills the car. Will actually rolls down the window as if it’s something tangible that he can feel. The little hiss of cool air is nice against my face, though.
“You’re not interested? Not even a tiny bit? What, I’m not girlfriend material?”
“That’s not it at all. If I wanted a girlfriend, you would be at the top of my list,” I assure her. “Hell, you’d be the only one on the list. You get my jokes and put up with the time-travel movies. Do you know how rare that is?”
From the corner of my eye, I see Will grinning again.
“Those movies are so boring,” she informs me.
“I know, and I love that you sit through them despite that. Trust me, Caitlin, I’d be all over you if I was looking for something serious. But I don’t do commitment. I’m not good at it. All I want to do for my senior year is play hockey and screw around.”
I’m nothing if not honest. It’s how I’ve always operated when it comes to women, especially after the way my last relationship ended. I’ve been single since my senior year of high school and have no intention of altering that status anytime soon.
I wait for some sort of backlash, but Caitlin proves to be as cool as I knew she was.
“Fair enough. But with that said, obviously I can’t see you guys anymore. I hope you understand.”
“I get it.”
“I really did have a good time, though.” She sounds wistful.
“Yeah. Same.”
“Say hi to Will. I’ll see you around, Beckett.”
“See you, babe.” I end the call and turn toward the driver’s seat. “I just dumped a girl I wasn’t even going out with.”
Will snorts. “Welcome to the club. Remember Felicity from the spring? Bro, she cried when I told her I didn’t love her back. You got off easy.”
“True.”
We reach our town house, which is a lot quieter without Shane living there. Ryder, well, I barely notice that Mr. Silent and Broody is gone, but Shane is another story. The dude’s personality fills every room that he’s in. Will and I are more chill. Probably why we got along so well when our two hockey programs merged.
From the moment I met the guy, I felt like we’d known each other for years. Unfortunately, the Eastwood players weren’t allowed to like the Briar bros—mortal enemies and all—so we kept the friendship on the down-low for months. But once Ryder started hooking up with Case Colson’s ex, Gigi, all bets were off. If he was allowed to fraternize with the enemy, then fuck it, I was allowed to ask Will to hang out and watch some cool sci-fi movies.
Larsen’s the kind of guy you just feel comfortable with, no matter what you’re doing. But the first time I woke up and found a naked woman and a naked Will in my bed, I can’t deny it was…jarring.
The night preceding that awkward morning after had been fun as hell, though. When it comes to sex, I subscribe to the kinkier the better camp. And as it turns out, the more the merrier. I was rock-hard that night as I watched a hot brunette ride Will like he was her champion racehorse and she was aiming to win the Kentucky Derby. Then she leaned over and swallowed my cock as she rode him, and everything became a thousand times hotter.
I’d had a couple of threesomes before, but none as scorching as that one. And it only got better. Until this summer, when Will decided our naughty activities were a little too naughty for him. Deviant is the word I believe he’d used.
I understand where it came from. Will is analytical. He overthinks things. My opinion? Thinking is overrated. Do what feels good. The end.
“Should we go to Malone’s?” Will kills the engine and unbuckles his seat belt.
“Yeah, might as well.”
We don’t have a game tomorrow, no morning skate either, and if Caitlin isn’t coming by, then there’s no reason not to get totally wasted tonight.
It’s only a ten-minute walk to Main Street from our house, so we decide to walk to the bar instead of ordering a car.
As we fall into step with each other down the sidewalk, Will says, “So you really don’t want to go out with Caitlin?”
“Nah, mate.”
He rolls his eyes. “Commitment is not as bad as you think it is.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad. It’s god-awful.”