Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
To my surprise, the handsome quarterback begins to flush, beginning with the nape of his neck. I can see the redness rising, and disappearing into his dark locks as his cheeks bloom.
“Well, I was just going to see if you girls wanted catch a movie sometime,” he manages in a normal tone.
“What’s out?” Adora asks, crunching loudly on a peppermint stick. “Anything good?”
“Deadpool and Wolverine,” Stan states. “It’s supposed to be a sick film.”
Adora squints at him, her blue eyes like slits.
“Yeah, but do they fight each other in the movie, like in Superman vs. Batman, or are Deadpool and Wolverine comrades in arms? Which is it? I get so confused these days, and you never know if these Marvel Cinematic Universe movies will even have plots anymore. Stupid Warner Brothers or whoever it is just wants to cash in, and they’ll dream up dumb plot lines so that they can hit the ATM. Stupid dumbfucks.”
I cut in because while I love Adora, I have no idea why she’s acting like this today! Talk about rough around the edges.
“We’d love to go with you to see Deadpool and Wolverine,” I say in a calm voice while smiling at Stan. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Thanks for inviting Nova,” Adora cracks. “I’m not watching that shit.”
But Stan doesn’t look disappointed that Adora’s just counted herself out. Instead, he focuses his full attention on me while puffing up his shoulders.
“Great, I’ll call you, Nova,” he says. “I’m super into Marvel, and I can explain the plot of the movie if you get confused. See ya.”
Then, he strolls off with a swagger to his stride, his varsity jacket emblazoned with a big “LS” on the back. Adora munches on more popcorn as he disappears.
“Did he just insult you while asking you out?” she asks in a sarcastic voice. “Why do you need that lunk to explain a plot line?”
I sigh.
“Adora, I think you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. You’re beautiful, and there’s no need for decentering men or joining a nunnery or any of that nonsense. Men want to date you! Two guys just came up, both in one lunch period!”
My pretty blonde friend shakes her head.
“No, both of those guys wanted you, Nova. Not me. I’m too crass and sassy, and I like it that way. Neither of those dudes would be a match for me. I need fire and dominance. I need an alpha male.”
I pin her with a look.
“Okay, I get it, but don’t you think going out on practice dates with these boys could be helpful, so when the alpha male shows himself, you won’t be lost and confused? I mean, maybe?”
Adora shrugs while grinning. “No, not really. I think I’d be wasting my time with David or Stan because I’d run all over them. Don’t get me wrong because if you want to go out with them, that’s great! Kudos to you, and I agree that putting notches on your belt isn’t completely valueless.”
“Thanks, girlfriend,” I say sarcastically. “Really appreciate your thumbs up.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Adora says, before shooting me a smirk. “But yeah, David and Stan just aren’t what I’m looking for.”
“Okay, you’re looking for an alpha male,” I say in an exasperated tone. “But we all are! And he’s probably not here, at La Salle. Unless you count Coach Mack. Now that guy is swole.”
To my surprise, my friend doesn’t add a rude joke, or dismissive gesture. Instead, this time it’s Adora who goes a faint pink before stuffing her mouth with more cookies. Hmmm, that’s weird. Is something going on there that I’m not aware of? Coach Mack is cute, but he’s old. At least forty-five.
Then again, I have my own crush on a handsome older guy, but I’ve never breathed a word of it to anyone because he’s totally off-limits. It’s my stepfather, Hunter Taggart. Hunter is gorgeous, with raven black hair, blue eyes, and the build of a gladiator. The problem is that he works non-stop as a doctor, and is hardly ever around. Oh, and he used to be married to my mom too. That’s a big problem as well.
But a girl can dream, right? Even crazier, I saw something that I shouldn’t have last week, and haven’t been able to stop seeing it in my mind since. I had a sore glute, so I crept downstairs to our home gym, where Hunter was exercising. It’s just a simple space in the basement of our townhouse, outfitted with some weights and machines. Sure enough, as I drew near, I could hear the steady whir of the treadmill, as well as Hunter’s heavy footfalls on the rolling band.
When I poked my head in, I caught sight of my stepdad in an athletic tank and shorts, pounding away at a fast clip. His dark hair was plastered to his head, and his skin was shiny and bronzed, covered in a sheen of sweat. But just when I was about to interrupt his work-out, I stopped because something was dangling from the hem of his shorts. It wasn’t his phone, a pocket calculator, or a loose string. Instead, there was something bobbling against his knee, and to my surprise, it was his cock! Yes, my stepfather has a cock so big and long that it literally hung out from below his gym shorts. It was flaccid at the moment because he was busy exercising, but still. A cock that long? That big? A cock with a purple head, glistening wetly against his knee, that made my mouth go dry?