Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
The anger wins out.
Slamming the bottle on the table, I get up and advance on him. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Really? So you’re allowed to sit there and make snarky comments, but it’s unfathomable for me to call you on it?”
“Guys,” Hollis interjects.
“I wasn’t being snarky,” I snap.
“You were mocking Nora,” he snaps back. “That’s snark in my book. And this isn’t the first time you’ve been bitchy toward me, Summer. You honestly think I haven’t noticed?”
“Noticed what? That I don’t particularly want to be around you?” I plant my hands on my hips. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.”
“Exactly. You’ve been openly bitchy.”
“Stop calling me a bitch!”
“Stop acting like one!”
“Guys,” Hollis chides.
“Why are you always yelling at me?” I growl at Fitz. “I never hear you yell at anyone else.”
“Because nobody else drives me insane like this.” He angrily drags both hands through his hair. “One minute you’re all smiles and hugs on New Year’s, the next you’re—”
“We are not discussing New Year’s,” I interrupt. “Not after what you—” I stop abruptly.
A crease appears in his forehead. “After what?”
“After what?” Hollis echoes curiously.
“I just told you, we’re not discussing it.”
“Discussing what?” Fitz demands. “I still have no clue what you’re talking about. What is it I supposedly did?”
I slam my lips together.
He searches my face for a few seconds. Then his eyes take on a gleam of determination. Oh no. I’m starting to recognize that expression.
“You know what, we’re dealing with this right fucking now.” He takes a menacing step forward. “‘Scuse us, Mike.”
“Naw, man, this was just getting good!”
I hold up my hands in a defensive pose as Fitz edges toward me. “Don’t you dare,” I caution. “Don’t you fucking—”
I’m being flung over his shoulder before I can finish that sentence.
Un-frigging-believable!
“How is this happening again?” I shriek.
My protests fall on deaf ears, because Fitz is already carting me up the stairs.
14
Fitz
I won’t lie. Having an angry, squirming Summer wriggling in my arms is just the teeniest bit of a turn-on.
Okay fine. I’m rock hard.
In my defense, I didn’t start this argument off with a boner. I was genuinely pissed at her. I still am. Only now I’m also aroused.
So sue me.
“Put. Me. Down.” Summer snarls out the words, and each sharp sound sends another bolt of heat to my cock.
Something is really wrong with me. I just spent the past three hours with a girl who dolled herself up for me, who batted her lashes and touched my hand and all but held up a cardboard sign that said FUCK ME, COLIN!
I didn’t experience so much as a dick twitch.
And now here I am with Summer, who’s wearing baggy plaid pants and a long-sleeve shirt, who’s shouting obscenities at me, and my dick is raring to go.
“You thought I was a bitch before?” she says threateningly. “Well, how about now!”
She resorts to her go-to move: pinching my butt.
But the sting of pain only turns me on. I kick her bedroom door open. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re a brat?”
The moment I set her down, she takes a swing at me.
Startled laughter lodges in my throat. I easily block her fist before it can connect with my solar plexus. “Stop that,” I order.
“Why? Because it makes me a brat? Oh, and a bitch too, right? And a drama queen…and a sorority girl…what else…” Her cheeks redden with what appears to be embarrassment. “Oh, yes. I’m surface level. That’s what you think, right? That I’m fluff?”
My stomach sinks like a stone.
Dick’s not doing great, either—one look at Summer’s stricken face and my hard-on says “peace out.”
Her fingers, which were clenched so tightly before, slowly uncurl and go limp. Noting my expression, she gives a bitter laugh. “I heard everything you said to Garrett at the bar that night.”
Aw hell. Guilt ripples through my entire body before settling in my gut, an eddy of shame. “Summer,” I start. Then stop.
“Every word,” she says quietly. “I heard every word you said, and not a single one was very nice, Colin.”
I feel like such an asshole.
Most of my life I’ve made it a point not to be cruel to others. Not to talk trash about anyone—to their face or behind their back. Growing up, all I saw from my parents was negativity. Nasty jabs directed at each other. Your father is a piece of shit, Colin. Your mom is a lying bitch, son. Over the years they’d calmed down, but it didn’t happen fast enough. The toxic environment they’d created had already done its job, teaching me the hard way how damaging words can be. That there’s no taking back the poison once you’ve spewed it.
“Summer,” I try again, and stop again.
I don’t know how to explain my actions without revealing just how badly I’d craved her that night. I’d been looking for negative traits because I was having a good time with her. Because she was making me laugh. Turning me on. I wanted her, and it was messing with my head, so I started picking apart everything I perceived to be a flaw.