Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
But I’d never known just how much power he’d have over me when his lips were on mine. I couldn’t possibly have known.
I pulled in a long breath, feeling dizzy under the warm, gentle pressure of his mouth on my skin. “I think I need more water, actually.”
He stepped back, running his fingers through his hair. I missed his touch immediately, of course. Because the only thing more disorienting than having him kissing me was the sudden feeling of losing it. “Probably a good idea. Definitely a good idea.”
He poured two big glasses of water this time, ice for me, and room temperature for him, because he was one of those weirdos who only liked water at ambient temperature. I watched him chug it down, and he looked everywhere in the kitchen other than toward me.
“I’ll take the couch tonight,” I offered.
“You don’t want to share the bed?” he asked, finally making eye contact with me again, looking far more disappointed than I’d have expected.
“You sure you want that?”
“We always share the bed if we pass out together,” he said. “I’m going to miss it.”
Something inside me clenched. “I’m going to miss the hell out of it. Fine. Go get in bed.”
His eyes met mine, a slight worry or sadness passing over him. “I’m sorry if I made shit weird, Blue, it just feels really good—”
“Everything is fine,” I said. “Go.”
“Okay. But I’m sleeping in my boxer briefs, because it’s hot, and I promise I won’t roll over in my sleep and overheat you like I did that one time.”
I snorted. “Get in bed, weirdo.”
I headed to the bathroom to rinse off in the shower really quick before bed, even though I barely needed another rinse. I gripped my aching cock and made myself come in about forty seconds flat. I’d been so goddamn pent up, and if I was going to have to sleep next to Tris, I was at least going to take care of it beforehand. Last thing I needed was to have some wet dream and embarrass the hell out of myself.
So what if Tristan liked kissing me? I was going to get in bed next to him, sleep, and have a nice, pleasant trip with him tomorrow.
6
TRISTAN
“Shit. Fuck.”
I woke up to the sound of Jack cursing under his breath. I felt the firm weight of his arm leave the side of my body and I blinked my eyes open slowly.
“Oh shit,” I agreed when I saw the light coming in the window.
“Did the alarm go off?” Jack said, already pacing around the room, grabbing for his clothes and shoving them on. “We were supposed to get up at six and make breakfast.”
“I think I meant to hit snooze and turned it off, instead,” I said, glancing over at my phone. The flight was at nine, it took a good hour and a half to get to the airport, and it was already 7:15am. “What happened to Jack Damien, the early riser? You used to be up at 5:30 no matter how hard you tried to sleep in.”
As I jumped out of bed, Jack was rubbing his palms over his face, clearly still bleary with sleep and freaking out about the time crunch. I could still see a few marks from the bedsheets imprinted on the side of his face. “It’s your fault, asshole. I’m just too comfortable when I sleep next to you.”
My heart squeezed. I couldn’t help but crack a smile at him. “You sure know how to butter a guy up. Even after proving I’m the idiot who can’t even press snooze correctly.”
“Come on, come on, we have to go,” Jack said, tossing my clothes at me, which landed in my lap.
“What about coffee?” I squeaked.
“No time for coffee. We’ll drive through somewhere near the city if we have time.”
“No coffee?” I asked, like I was in deep pain.
“Ass. Out. Of bed. Now,” Jack said, giving me a firm glare.
I snickered as I got up and pulled on all my clothes lightning fast. We were already all packed up and ready to go, and I had my suitcase and shoulder bag ready at the door before Jack even did. A few minutes later we were on the road, with nothing in the cupholders other than some cold bottles of water.
Jack’s phone started beeping like crazy, and he rolled his eyes. “It’s the tavern chat again.”
“They’re awake at seven thirty in the morning?”
“I believe they’re still awake from last night, more like,” he said. “Read ‘em off, if you want.”
I grabbed his phone and unlocked it.
>>Sam: Summer is officially in swing, I’ll tell you that much. All the boys doing their morning jogs around my street are shirtless, sweaty, and ready to flaunt it.
>>Fox: We should fuck on a mountaintop this summer.
>>Sam: We should fuck on a mountaintop *tonight,* you mean?