Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Her brows crash together. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I…because…I…” She sighs. “I don’t know.”
“I like your lips.”
She parts them. “I thought you liked my boobs.”
“I like those too,” I tell her with a smug grin. “I like a lot of things about you. Apparently I have a thing for villains.”
“I’m the good guy,” she tells me primly. “Damian already said so. You can’t change the rules.”
“Oh, I don’t change the rules.” I lift my hand and gently drag my thumb along her cheek. Her eyelashes flutter. Then, I reach back and tug on her hair tie. “I break them.”
She squeals in fury when I steal her hair tie and back out of the bathroom. I can feel her fire behind me as she follows. When I look over my shoulder to smirk at her, I’m caught off guard.
Blazing brown eyes.
Now messy chocolate-colored hair.
Pink cheeks from anger.
Fucking beautiful.
Damn.
A hurricane may be coming, but we have a storm right here with us. I’m struck in a single moment that makes my heart beat too fast in my chest that this girl is going to obliterate me.
Time to batten down the hatches and let her do her worst.
I’ve always wanted to ride a storm.
Chapter 7
Sheridan
I’m warm.
Too warm.
It’s not because of the idiot pilot half naked and dancing. It’s from the tequila and the lack of air conditioning in this hot-ass restaurant. Definitely not the way he moves his hips.
Oh my God.
“I would destroy that boy in bed,” Damian reveals, whispering loudly. “Absolutely wreck him.”
Camilo, totally oblivious, continues shaking his nice ass in his obnoxious yellow swim trunks. His back is muscular and tanned and sculpted with a black crow tattooed on it.
If I were a single girl like Estefania, I would totally get drunk enough to have sex with him. Totally. But I’m not a free bird, I am a Reid girl. I’m a tiger and I eat little crows like him for dinner.
“Those shorts ought to be outlawed,” Damian hisses, poking my arm. “You can see everything, honey.”
Oh my God.
Warmth blooms across my chest and up my throat. You can most definitely tell he’s packing something monstrously wonderful in his shorts. With every thrust of his hips to the music, we get a little preview.
I suck down my Sprite, er tequila, and try not to drool. After our little fight and subsequent bathroom encounter, I’ve tried to stay away from Camilo. He’s been dancing and talking and laughing. Terrorizing everyone in the near vicinity. Though they seem amused and entertained by him, especially Carson. They’re two obnoxious, hot as sin peas in a pod.
“Since you’re not a lez, you totally should ride that Mexican cowboy. If you don’t, I’m gonna borrow one of Estefania’s dresses and make that happen.” Damian sighs. “Lord, look at those buns.”
Above the music playing from an old jukebox, I can hear the wind picking up. A prickle of worry washes over me. I haven’t exactly waited for a tropical storm to hit before. I’m supposedly in the path of one and Daddy’s not even here to assure me everything will be okay.
Thinking about Daddy makes me think about David.
Smart. Educated. Rich. Brilliant.
Boring.
I cringe at that thought. David’s not boring. He knows a lot about architecture and historical stories and wine. He once explained to me over dinner the importance of farmers in a booming technological world. David is interesting.
We’ve kissed a few times, mostly when he’s had a little too much wine.
The one time we had sex, I’d been thrilled. It was sloppy and over quick. I’d been a little disappointed, but Daddy didn’t raise a quitter. I figured it would get better with age. The next morning he surprised me with room service before driving me home. It wasn’t awkward after. I didn’t think about how I wanted passion and heat and love but was given three minutes of sweaty thrusting. It was the wine. The next morning, my David was charismatic and a gentleman.
But not my boyfriend.
I try not to let that bother me. I really do. He’s a busy man. Simply needs a little nudging in the female department, I think.
“Oh hell no,” Damian grumbles. “Mexican Barbie is mackin’ on your man!”
Mexican Barbie?
I glance over at Estefania, but she’s in deep conversation with Lawton and Kyle. The restaurant is now full of people who seem to be very familiar with one another. The Barbie in question is prowling over to Camilo. A little burst of jealousy shoots up my spine.
Jealousy.
No way.
But as I stare at the way she dances smoothly to the music, her dark brown hair swaying with her hips that are wrapped in a tight dress, I do feel irritated. He smiles at her, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Not like when he smiles at me.
Triumph fills me.
“I’ve got you, boo,” Damian whispers, playfully tugging at my hair before standing. “Girlfriends have to have each other’s backs.”