Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Maybe you should consider covering up.” He jerks his head toward a bunch of guys in the water who are batting a beach ball back and forth over a net. “They’re all checking you out.”
I glance in their direction with narrowed eyes and give Carter another glower. “The only one checking me out,” I stab a finger into his pec, “is you!”
He snorts. As if he hasn’t wounded my pride enough, he finishes the job with, “You’re the last girl I would check out.”
I gasp. My palm itches to connect with his smug face. If I had anything left in my glass, I’d throw it at him. I suck in a calming breath and slowly release it back out into the world. But I’m still pissed.
“Well, thank you very much for clarifying that for me,” I bite out, turning away with what’s left of my dignity.
If I don’t get away from him, I’m either going to explode all over his dumb ass or burst into tears. And I don’t want to do either of those things. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he has the power to wound me.
It takes every bit of my inner strength to keep my head up as I walk away.
But that’s exactly what I do.
Fuck Carter Prescott.
And his asinine comments.
5
CARTER
Well, that conversation didn’t go as planned. I’m not sure how it went sideways so quickly. Honestly, all I’d meant to do was encourage Daisy to cover up that delectable little body of hers. Instead, all I’ve managed to do is piss her off. And now, just to spite me, she’s walking around in a tiny bikini that barely covers her tits.
It’s aggravating as shit.
I drag a hand over my face, and it comes away with beaded sweat. It’s hot as balls out here. What I need is another dip in the pool. But that would be ill-advised considering I’m rocking some major wood.
My eyes narrow on the girl responsible for my current condition.
Daisy must feel my gaze drilling into her backside because she glances over her shoulder and meets my gaze head-on and frowns. Even though she’s wearing sunglasses, I feel the burn of them like a physical assault. It’s been that way since the day we met. The attraction was instantaneous. The moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even want to.
Which sucks. There’s no way I would ever mess around with Noah’s cousin. He’d chop off my nuts and roast them over an open fire. If I know Noah, he’d probably sing a few campfire songs while doing it.
I shift uneasily as that image clouds my head. But it’s not nearly enough to kill my chubby.
I can’t blame Noah for wanting to protect Daisy from guys like me. Hell, all I want is to protect her from guys like me, too. It drives me flipping nuts when I catch other dudes checking her out.
When I don’t look away, Daisy’s scowl intensifies. Unable to resist, I raise the bottle of water I’m holding in a silent toast. Her body tenses and she whips around again, continuing to talk with a couple of my teammates.
I fucking hate the way they’re ogling her. Kind of like she’s a juicy steak and they haven’t eaten red meat in years. With that little pink and black bikini, I can’t blame those assholes for salivating. I’m parked over here drooling like a total hypocrite.
Rather than stare at her shapely ass, I search the crowd for Noah.
Where the hell is that guy?
He should be over there knocking some skulls together and putting a stop to this BS. I’m tempted to put a stop to it myself, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about the situation.
Daisy’s not my cousin.
Or my girlfriend.
As soon as that thought roars through my brain, Noah materializes out of nowhere and drops onto the chair next to me. He gives me a lazy grin and stretches out as if settling in for the next few hours. In this heat, I can’t blame him. The only thing we can be thankful for is that we aren’t on the field running suicides.
“It’s hot as balls,” are the first words out of his mouth.
“Right?” This is why we’re such good friends and clicked from the first day of training camp. It’s like we can read each other’s minds. Thank God Noah has no idea what’s going through my brain when it comes to his cousin because he sure as hell wouldn’t like what he found.
Daisy may be a senior like Noah—in fact, she’s a few months older than him—but he treats her like the baby sister he never had.
Noah props himself up on his elbows as something at the far end of the pool catches his eye.
I glance in that direction, hoping that he’s caught on to the guys hitting on Daisy.