Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Cannonball!” Dalton yells as he runs and jumps, pulling his knees to his chest. A wave explodes upward, splashing onto the deck. I search the crowd, spotting Georgia sunbathing on a lawn chair. My dick pulsates against my slacks at the sight of her in her white bikini, my mind flashing back to the night she came to me in the pool. I want to walk over there, push the tiny triangles of her top to the side, and suck on her perfect tits.
Her gaze locks onto mine in a silent claim that I feel deep within my core. Even behind the sunglasses, I know what’s there—lust, temptation, a challenge. A slow, teasing smile tugs at her lips. She lifts her knees, the movement lazy, deliberate, swaying her legs open and closed—a silent invitation, daring me to take what we both know I want. She may think she’s cute, but she will pay for teasing me.
“Dad, you get those steaks?” Noah breaks my concentration, and I rip my eyes away from my forbidden fruit.
“Yep. Had Jefferson grab some from the butcher. He’s gonna do the grilling. I thought I’d hang out for a bit and catch up.” More like I handed it off to our personal chef so I can make sure none of your fuckhead friends make a pass at my girl.
My girl.
A jolt of arousal shoots straight to cock. I’m a fucking bastard. If Noah finds out, it’ll snap the last thread that’s holding our fragile relationship together. Then again, he’s tasted her. He should understand the severity of having her.
I wipe the thought of them together out of my mind and head toward the pool house to change. When I return, Georgia is treading water, talking with Tad. I would throw the kid out of my house and threaten his life for speaking to my girl, but he came out last year about his sexual preference and isn’t a threat.
“Tad, good to see you. How’s college treating you?” I initiate conversation, using it as an excuse to get closer to Georgia.
“Great, Mr. Blake. Yale’s a lot tougher than I imagined, but I’m still holding strong.” One thing about his friends? They may be fuck-ups, drunks, womanizers, but they’re all smart as fuck.
“Ahhh, Yale. Your father must be proud.” I glance at Noah. He could have gone anywhere. He was the smartest of them all. He had numerous opportunities ready for him. And just to spite me, he sacrificed his future for a fucking state school.
“They didn’t have as good of drugs at Yale, Dad.”
I narrow my eyes at Noah. “Watch it.”
“Mr. Blake, where’d you go to school?”
Thank fuck my dick is underwater because now I’m sporting an erection at Georgia’s purr. My gaze drifts to her, keeping my expression lax. “Harvard. For my undergrad and masters.”
“Wow. Impressive,” she praises.
“Not as impressive as my dad.” A body cannonballs into the pool, creating an explosion of water. When Vince pops up, it takes everything in me to resist the urge to punch him square in the face. “Ain’t that right, Mr. Blake?”
What exactly are the charges for assault? I’d take it for the satisfaction of busting Burt’s son in the nose.
Burt Hallstead.
A friendship that soured. A name I refuse to acknowledge. That entire family tests the limits of my patience, a constant thorn in my side. I’ve done my best to erase them, to pretend they don’t exist. But it’s damn near impossible since his son wormed his way into Noah’s life during their first year of high school, ensuring no matter how deep I try to bury the past, it always finds a way back. And the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Just like his father, he reeks of deception and greed.
“Anyone want to clarify that?”
I glance at Georgia. “Vince’s father and I attended Harvard. We were top of our class, but he edged me out for valedictorian—his GPA was half a point higher than mine.”
“Half a point is half a point, right, Mr. Blake?” Vince chuckles, smugness oozing from his tone.
I force a tight smile. “That it is.”
My gaze sharpens, locking onto him in silent warning. But he’s too caught up in his own arrogance to recognize the threat.
He turns and swims next to Georgia.
“S’up, pretty lady? Still can’t believe Noah landed your fine ass. You know... we used to share everything in high school.” He waggles his brows, and I reach forward to grab the back of his head and thrust his face underwater when Jefferson’s voice halts me.
“Steaks are ready.”
“Sweet!” Vince says, winking at Georgia and swimming off. Motherfucker. Tad follows, and I wait until there’s no one in earshot before addressing Georgia.
“You good?”
“Grossed out. What a pig.”
“You should meet his father. He’s just as horrible.”
“The man who beat you by a point?”
I splash her. “Half a point.”